ON THA BEAT

Smoke crack out the bowl then I shit on the beat She get a plane Jane Rollie no Patek Phillipe Airing shit out put the children to sleep Parachute pants hide the scars underneath In reality nobody upper than me You stupid if you trynna up it on me Head game crazy yo hoe come by suck it for free I serve the bass then I serve her the d It’s a blind date my diamonds shining can’t see Her man talk tough but in court he gon plea I been cooking that real deal yeyo I been raking in real good payload Bust the check went and bout a sailboat I got shanks hidden inside of my tailcoat Bulge in my pocket I’m toting a Glock Pockets is greased why they call me the knot Mr worldwide play my shit in Iraq If I step in the club you that I’ll rock They know that I’m him it’s just weather or not They accept the fact that if fucking ya thot Perc 35 got me high as allah This shit for fun bro why would I lie Make so much bread that they call me the rye guy Stepping in rick now they call me the fly guy Italian blood they know I got mob tie I copped me the Benz with the two tone frog eyes I’m not talking burgers when I say I got five guys I got five different shooters every one of yall dies