Shit on the mount

Ay ay ay you call him fast and I’m blinking you call him you are achieving that shit ait wit me I’m leaving ya ya ya I been chewing them dogs up I call her pretty but she wearing ain’t Prada 7th street look like cracket up 502 yea I ait taking the Fee ya I ait playing wit you it’s a Free throw ya taco’s and glizzy uneasy dat shit greasy ya ya dammm rich calla you look like a father saucer con papa blah blah blah blah blah blah I’m a track star nigga you sun down figure ya ya shit goin down on the street I’m ballin out shit on the mount 7000 in my bank account ya lil nigga you look like a shit toy I’m da king pretty pretty please im on the leave ya shit ass nigga please ya damm damm shit ay blah blah con papa shit on the locks