gettin it

these Streets ain't playing the game is leaving fools Molly wopped/ them hollows from them rolloes enter yo body hot Boosie niggas got no game be at these blonds it's funny/ never pull a bitch but all you do is bugs bunnies but I'ma swoop up in a road runner / serving in an old Gunner from cheese that I stacked back when I was a dope runner no designs on shirts I wear G T / not a performer you can run off with a bar please I'm like a diamondback the kick drum is my fuccin rattle/ on lowrider shwinn going to a fuccin battle listen to it crank while I pedal these bars black as a innertube ,but outshining stars because I'm laid back hos ride the dicc like mongooses / I ain't gone buy her a chain she lick rims , and niggas gouches so drop a couple line bro / stack this cheese till on you guda green molds grows these ain't cool breeze flows / heated pyroclastic / meltin m cs before my time I'm a classic. when it comes to this game I know it good no shittin it / money on my mind and a og is getting it.