rocking with the kick backs

Rockin with the kick back Whiplash Robbed him for all his pocket cash Tryna move the stash Making paper cause I’m a paper chaser Not motherfuckin baby maker Y’all just sum fuckin haters Lames 2 faced pigs that gnna get locked up in them chains cause they can’t use they godamn brain I may be insane clutchin on the Mac 11’s and Aka’s Whole block got hot in broad day Slay yo bitch Dick in her ribs Swallowed my kids Riding with me through the clique Well shit Hollow tips rip through your body Body bag zip you a dead bitch Bro walked in the door with a stitch Whippin up the pot till the shit crisp Precise Fuck man how the timing always right Roll up the blunt Yo nigga I need a light We about to take flight I ain’t here to talk I’m here to fight Pull the knife on me and you won’t see another night Pussy boy tryna start shit but in the end he might be dead Well fair well my friends