baby my wrist niggas who rapping they look at my wrist niggaz who capping they look at my bitch can you remember the time that we kissed u always told me that you will be missed dripping in gold cappers who rapping they writing in bold dripping in gold cappers who rapping they writing in bold cappers who rapping the writing in bold all of them niggaz they know that im sold rappers be capping i play then i go rappers be slapping i play then i go dripping and dissing i go with the flow ripping and kissing im licking so slow ladies been screaming in the light in this rap game i got the might when its dark i see the light niggaz just bark i take the mic baby im famous you need a pic lady you forward you need a dick switching up skinny jeans i love u with any means we known as the freaky teens u charm me when you smile i can run a couple mile all of them niggaz they copy my style look on the right i see the hate look on the left i see the hate all of them bitches they knock on my gate they found me chilling i give them 1 look got my real lady who loves to cook