Crack cook stirring in the hollow pot It’s been about 30 days since my soul was shot I need 20 mfs in the range tangin Foaming from his mouth busting the shots rangin Head was hurt but the headphones still bangin Fuck what yall say im white, im still hangin Kuntakentè in the pocket chillin in the back tryna make a rack o million must of forgot it Whatcha sayin lil hobbit? You got some hobbies? So do I, got your girl gettin sloppy I don’t need no 911 Every time she come over she know she gon have fun (fuck you mean) Staring straight in her soul Tellin me everything she hate about a bro Don’t get shit fucked up I still trip But it ain’t bout you or your bitch sheeeesh You gettin pressed well this shit might be fun Spin it back, yeah, you know she know who won “A Roy” trippin, well yall must’ve forgot “A Roy” was the first white boy to be on top suck my dick That’s from my balls to the the top Got my seed in your throat talk bout getting shot oh shit Last bar was pretty hot but let’s get back to the hook cuz that shit gon rock