Pass that ish

that's how I'm rockin cleaner than the Cortez with red tube Sox in the reason why they on me it's cuz the females jockin it's nonstopping thats God's option you not popping unique knows the soul cycle this just a beat in my heart that I know I can write to flow muddy but I stay clean that's how I like my sprite too while these wack niggas stay leaning sorta like thee Eiffel soul old that's why these kids run up and say Grandma like you My rhymes not for the young at heart or the weekend make the song of the week then I delete it please get the T.I.P if you pussy cant speak for your self and you leading us to the river only to watch me drown until the fucks realized I'm Michael Phelps puffin a bong top of the shelf they asking what the fuck going on man swimming like cheech in nice dreams but I seemed so naive yall probably still sipping Evian the way they crashing every wave I'm on please let me be I don't have to beg you motherfukers But I will plead fifth before I become Jelly like Kelly And leave you on seen with this b******* because you want to pull it and I know that I got the gun but I won't pull it I got no bullets cuz I just spit Rhymes off the time off the top of my head it's like having a crib with no car or whip with no bar or no but I still go so far like pulling up to the strip club with no one you looking for a shoulder to cry on but getting on one like a credit card with no funds A motherfuking bullets with no gun it's no fun when the rabbit got one and you got a bad habit now your son looking at you like it's back there why the fuk you always so sad pop