Roll it up, lick it shut, smokin dubs we be in the club, bad bitches show that love, we be in the maserati whippin fast as fuck, rap game is mad clutch, bitch pas the dutch, or im out the door in mad rush, royal flush never trust, a hoe whos goal is to take your soul, hold on to the small things that shot is gold, have trust cuz life will mold, a man outa you when you cought in the cold, never sel your soul be bold, cuz when you down low the nights cold, pushed to the limit every day, so i put it in a rap, give a bitch the clap, whip my dick out let my balls flap, slap it in her face, thats life i mean i got the ball back, so you betta fall back, before i get my ball bat, make yo head splat, wit a real load smack, now youo flat on yo back, ya you caught the smack down, i aint gon slack now, swoop the whole pound, run it round the town,dea like where day at now, but we dont make a sound.