fuck with my cheques n u know they blues hit on this nigga he might get a bruise got the bitches i dont know who is whose get caught strapping u might pick n choose me n gang is all about the booze 443's was left for the twos gang like zaza belong in the zoos tape him out throw him in the booth he just lied we talking truth guess he might ,just lose a tooth we like rapping ,we the youth we shouting our names, through the roof aint no cap, need some proof calling all my dwags they go woof lil ass nigga acting like a goof drippin on water i want your daughter slaughter