time is ticken im getten lit on the green blic flicken in out in a quicken my finger prints aint sticken ballen harder then charles dickens im sliden hands and coppen the fixen been scrappen my hole life caught up and mixen keep shit hidden since 93 ive been driven life can fade away you gotta stay liven pedal to the medal im laine switchen do a hit and run quit locken shut up quit your bitchen cant take the heat stay out the kitchen i can creep six deep its simple addition gettin high with my closest family ties cause its a family tradition serve them bitches up im dishen swing away till they tap out or submission i want the muff get tough shove my dick in im here for the dead homies here one day and gone in a minit grinded from the bottom just to winnit got hot beat hey dj spinnit i shake and bake or scrimidge ice cold and im fridged i can always get clean guns got a way to equip it dont cast shade my way or ill jack your car and strip it she got them dsls stick my d up in it spread them legs and ill slipp in it got a broblem with the d im on a killing spree take a knee or ill grab mu nine and grip it spraying bullets leeft and right about to clipvit getten pounds over seas they ship it my homies are as real as can be and they just kick it im to damn fast ill fly passed a ticket can you hear me now must have got your cell from cricket im driven to the fullest theres no limit obey trice no gimick hate all you haters casting shade my way try and pickit im the best in the west with the energy i commit it pusssy money weed all day and night her to get it got a problem quit bitchen and just sitt it im here forever youll die b4 i quit it d93