I got the play book It’s time for a touchdown If she can’t cook She better bust down You should look up to me I’m what’s up now I don’t want anybad company Don’t even come around Im a shu shu shut em down Shut em down With that gutta sound I’m puffin down Running round In and outa town I’m In and outa bound’s It ain’t just the ref blowing the whistle Never forget we all need a pistol Maybe you’re next we’re all blessed just a lil I got my weed in a jar and you’re mind ima pickle I gotta chest full of heart and it ant artificial I just bounce I don’t double dribble I’ve been down Let’s make it official My shits tight there’s no room to wiggle I’m a poet I wrote it I know that you know it I dosed it You chose it I flow it Like a pro wit the Show buiz And Keep em froze with the coldness I’m feeling tip top Letting my lip pop I like to ditch cops And pic locks rocking my wrist watch Thuggin cuz I miss pac I get props Then whip off Like I’m pist off I don’t give two shits I spit like I’m toothless Im ruthless Poppin fuses I got some bruises Life’s abusif I’m exclusive No excuses It’s time to do this Ima hit em like blow Right in the mouth Lift up your blouse I’m the man of the house You better check in I stay woke I bet you slept in You probably get your reputation from repping I think I’ve reached the designation I’m Destins I don’t know what I’m facing I might need a weapon Don’t forget to pick up the casings and keep em guessin Teach him a lesson Until I see em ima leave em stressing I gotta Marinate the beef and let it set in I could deliver your fate and send you to heaven It’s no trouble at all for me to Send god a present