Ay ay ay Your mum a cracka Gonna pull out a nine When we run a 5 Young ass cracka bouta get slapped with a stick He’s said his name was Rick he is truly a bitch They suck dick Coke is the way to go Finna get sturdy on these hoes She gonna give me a blow When we drink rum it’s very fizzy we get litty I become very itchy That’s what he say when he drinks beer Run up on the opps 2 shots they become fruity 2 bums there moms call them angels in math I learned about angles Grab a Glock stepin on another block 2 shot 2 shot No Glock no Glock Runin on block 6 rip open his chest he wet what a neek bouta get charges but I’m way to busy to go into the bin To much emaculent rizz My dad always told me to protect my girl and respect my block I’m your local neusence My opps call me Jason Voorhees with my 15 inch blade And trust me next time I see that yute it will be on the news Enough evidence for me to be servin food You know he’s pussy he ain’t wanna spin back