fine lil bitch lemme hola got the digits I'm a call her claiming she a baller Well baby I'm a nightcrawler an a big dreamer see me whipping in my beamer voom voom lemme slide by finally got the papers keeping low key I ain't famous still burning trees I be living at peace momma stay ease dripping on my steez care your steps enemies got myself a two seven pray I make it in heaven eye of the dragon I'm a reeper check sound thru my speakers in the lab on the weekends slaughter House opening season fifi to the zee zee fck up fckin wala to ma lala easy pleasing keep it greasy oil slick baby slippery in my company love and misery so far fetched I'm outta reach all this dirt pour some bleach on my name I came with flames in the game hell yeah hela shit yeah I'm a stoner face a fiend you a goner not a baller but I slam baskets I'm a high scorer pulled up show out rolled off and I made it look sexy take a good look I'm the best me don't see a next me know your reason for being mad yo bitch keep texting me and I keep responding to her messages sorry but her her pussy so delicious rhymes hard battery powered still in the dim lights while these mushrooms make to sunshine we pour spit to form words homies just spit to stick to the chords the style has changed middle child monkey lies steps in a 100 miles you just gotta link to the chains. django I'm independent Ringo I'm that lucky lizard