he’s a lame

Pistol packin never lackin Spitting fire like a dragon Call me harry cause I’m magic Yo man’s is a fuckn hasben Fuckn his bitch now he steady askin what the fuck jus happen While I’m in his room his bitchs booty clappin She like a dyke she heavy strappin She bought me a mic she luv the way That I be rappin I think she fell in love wit the way a grab it Every time I hit the block I gotta check the static If I see a op I’m gon let ‘em have it Let em have it let em have it kicked in the door Blow out his face I did the race I caught a case Looked at the judge an walked away Ian got no time to waste I got the low so it won’t be hard to find out where he stay He at his mommas place I hate the game but I love the way its played See this is all off my brain we ain’t the same You a lame stay in yo lane make me go insane I hit ‘em wit the flame spill his brains now he a stain walk down the street you’ll see his remains I even took his chain cause he ain’t gang I shot up were his momma hang