smoking on that pack

smoking on that pack it's a rat got the fire like a jet watch the bullet it ejects kill my mood it reflects up the pole is my reflex bout my money where the check pulling cards out the deck eat her out like im fat Zaza wat I got rolled I smoke it like it's death row in and out of metro Just kno im on go I be tripping henny wat im sipping love that brown bottle get me throwed before I finish fucking with a model I mean I think it's the bottle right now she a ten looking like she a lotto put the gear in full throttle place my sins in the Bible cause wat im about to do only God can recital i just grooving she like the way im moving she wanna two step whe got me approving dance to the beat we just do wat we doing