lookin for me u catch me in NY where we let em thing fly, swagged..guccy..louis. oh yeah l stay fly...blazed up this weed from uptown. got me dum high zaza rolled mix wit braba stay to ur..mataa...maackin wit tandoori bad spanish chick headgame loko...hatf dizen thats. six... hustleman geet it flip..double up.. consistent on the mix and i am of course try me.l ll l am the shits.. knocked up.. Muhammad ali..l can use my fits. some look like Yonkers stadium shape on rist shandeler..on my arm..go head take ur risks my shooter thirty.to pop that da 40.. u can a tips. u diig nah i mean hollo tips.. my neck water. 38 on hip..she say he say..boy i am hip...thats my style top model grilling me and smile..up town.. daddybop...with my prada. while i see capo u can tell nather...she chilling wit me while sipping Henny colada.... most these cats be frontin snack on my grass...cant trust a cobra. l move and stay like josan bourne nypd on dick 2 femelle had to kidnap.. but they bless me yall foggot ass cats keep my outta yall mouth. refrain i do what i have to survive.... they killed couples but still thank God . Allahu akbar.. only can decide.