EATSOMO

I spit that P. Butter, I'm so gutter gutter - this is HOFA! talking, I'm a keep it going/ the money be my lover, this game I use no rubbers - I be a different cloth, I'm like no other./ My Fly be so stunner, that be Popa and Mother - I wish a nigga would, he'll end up in them gutters/ for me to get that doe, I'm hustling during shows - I bring that knick knack back, then line them in a row./ Ladies come dime a dozen, they want that McLovin - so then I bring that heat, no cookies in their ovens/ they get freaky freaky, like a Freakitoina - they be loving my sexcapades, when I put it on them./ back to the paper chasing, my stats be so amazing - I'm yelling bumba clod, shout out to my Jamaicans/ 2 hammers by my side, their names Bonnie and Clyde - they on that 24:7, when] they're ready to ride./ I be that homicide, you be that suicide the bridge is near by, good night beddy bye/ please brother don't you cry, you tried to be fly - well now you caught up, your soul be in the skies./ I'm a keep it going, I got too much flowing - and if you don't know, nigga now you knowing/ I'm a Brooklyn Tree, I stayed with the growing - I'm a Killah Emcee, you just wishing and hoping./ Hitman with the scoping, the target in sight - a couple of silencers, can make the Thuggest out of sight/ mad amo in my pipes, I'm still ready to flex - my Element is Madness, in words I'm a mess./ I'm smoking 8th to O's, pure green cookie dough - inhale exhale that smoke, but you don't want it tho/ I'm higher than the dro, B. Man from 5th Flo - climbing up and down fire scapes, to eat some mo./