Kakarot
Uhoh spahgettio's
That's that blood when it's mixed with them bullet holes
Swear that shotty so loud when I let it go
Kahmehameha blast then you hear no mo
You can't feel no mo
Lunch is on the flow
But behind you tho
Put that pump to stomach no lypo
Smack the black off yo ass white Micheal
Bousta show you my power like dyno
Hear that big engine roar under Trex toe
Play this when I'm lurking and riding slow
Ain't no dancing boy I'm bousta hit them hit them folks
Now all your friends dead like uzi show
Had cum on this bitch disrespectful
Fucked that bitch with thumb in her booty hole
When I painted her face she looked beautiful
Play with soccer mom gotta van go
See the smoke from the tires when I slide
Treat the whole damn city like our side
They might look but them words stay inside
Keep me oxymoronic type 9
Clip ain't empty just hallows inside
Fill em up with the pump like my ride
Can you picture me rolling before light
Friends call me Joe
Call me Most High
I'm repping Bandito
While ducking them people
Mob like Soprano
Fist up I'm not guido
I pack something lethal
Windows you can't see thru
Girl nice to meet you
Take home you home and I eat you
Straight to muah fucking point when ever I greet you
Give me brain then mauh fucking geek you
Hit ya knee knee then mauh fucking leek you
Naa I ain't tricking but look how I treat you
Ridin round the city in fucking 2 seater
Shocking ass reefa
Choose ya like pica
Grippin like sneakers
When she on my cedar
Yeah I got that "Lizabeth"
And I got that kiesha
Alien OG
I can ET ya
Lemme work ya out
I can PT ya
Can't see me nigga
On my John Cena
Wild fast girls
Pussy on cheeta
I kno you mauh fuckers want me to fail
Took my producer and put in jail
My cousin still doing hell in the cell
Ain't no speakers my trunk just a 12
Big clock gas flava flav
Don't come shop I'm on the way
Engine chop chop like Machete
City cooking up like bobby flay
Got me charged up like double A
Might hit the gun range just to work on my aim
I just call it a K pull it out they like Aye
Bought a katana just so I can slay
Sleigh of red noses say they want me sling
Got that diamond white my coca bling
Conscious gon away cause I wanted things
Know my life won't change less I get some change
I mean
Ain't this shit that you ask for
My life speed in cash foward
I out speed my dashboard
All my niggas whips need passports
It was dope in my dirty ass jansport
And the strap for the shit we ain't plan for
Stomp on pedals like dance floors
Zoomin round the city like grand tours
Stop for what
Shop with us
Chop it up
Bag it up
Mix it up
Roll it up
Light it up
Don't get stuck
Niggas ain't catching us
We don't give a mutha fuck
Sling the AR out the truck
Nigga act stink then I guess we gotta spray it up
I C Murda for ya
I'm down for my niggas
Master P with Kush
Hit this make ya say uh
This is freezers final form
PAC when he's pushed
From that grand flash from that shot
That Kodak just took
With a gang a of them snipers
Paparazzi the crew
In a Sedan so can four door shoot
And with the perfect shot they gon double tap
Promise you won't like that
This that click clack
Move nigga get back
Shit coming and yall stalling like who ate up all the exlax
Come through like a kick door
Yo door thought it was a kickback
Kicked that
Shit flat
If you Dis this
Then That's that
Nigga this a robbery
Hands up
Get down
Making shit shake
Like a big bitch fell down
You are nowhere nair
Like some pubic hairs grown out
And that fro
Look like her back, shit blown out
They want X then pop Z
I don't know why
I just supply
And if I don't
I know a guy
That's that blood when it's mixed with them bullet holes
Swear that shotty so loud when I let it go
Kahmehameha blast then you hear no mo
You can't feel no mo
Lunch is on the flow
But behind you tho
Put that pump to stomach no lypo
Smack the black off yo ass white Micheal
Bousta show you my power like dyno
Hear that big engine roar under Trex toe
Play this when I'm lurking and riding slow
Ain't no dancing boy I'm bousta hit them hit them folks
Now all your friends dead like uzi show
Had cum on this bitch disrespectful
Fucked that bitch with thumb in her booty hole
When I painted her face she looked beautiful
Play with soccer mom gotta van go
See the smoke from the tires when I slide
Treat the whole damn city like our side
They might look but them words stay inside
Keep me oxymoronic type 9
Clip ain't empty just hallows inside
Fill em up with the pump like my ride
Can you picture me rolling before light
Friends call me Joe
Call me Most High
I'm repping Bandito
While ducking them people
Mob like Soprano
Fist up I'm not guido
I pack something lethal
Windows you can't see thru
Girl nice to meet you
Take home you home and I eat you
Straight to muah fucking point when ever I greet you
Give me brain then mauh fucking geek you
Hit ya knee knee then mauh fucking leek you
Naa I ain't tricking but look how I treat you
Ridin round the city in fucking 2 seater
Shocking ass reefa
Choose ya like pica
Grippin like sneakers
When she on my cedar
Yeah I got that "Lizabeth"
And I got that kiesha
Alien OG
I can ET ya
Lemme work ya out
I can PT ya
Can't see me nigga
On my John Cena
Wild fast girls
Pussy on cheeta
I kno you mauh fuckers want me to fail
Took my producer and put in jail
My cousin still doing hell in the cell
Ain't no speakers my trunk just a 12
Big clock gas flava flav
Don't come shop I'm on the way
Engine chop chop like Machete
City cooking up like bobby flay
Got me charged up like double A
Might hit the gun range just to work on my aim
I just call it a K pull it out they like Aye
Bought a katana just so I can slay
Sleigh of red noses say they want me sling
Got that diamond white my coca bling
Conscious gon away cause I wanted things
Know my life won't change less I get some change
I mean
Ain't this shit that you ask for
My life speed in cash foward
I out speed my dashboard
All my niggas whips need passports
It was dope in my dirty ass jansport
And the strap for the shit we ain't plan for
Stomp on pedals like dance floors
Zoomin round the city like grand tours
Stop for what
Shop with us
Chop it up
Bag it up
Mix it up
Roll it up
Light it up
Don't get stuck
Niggas ain't catching us
We don't give a mutha fuck
Sling the AR out the truck
Nigga act stink then I guess we gotta spray it up
I C Murda for ya
I'm down for my niggas
Master P with Kush
Hit this make ya say uh
This is freezers final form
PAC when he's pushed
From that grand flash from that shot
That Kodak just took
With a gang a of them snipers
Paparazzi the crew
In a Sedan so can four door shoot
And with the perfect shot they gon double tap
Promise you won't like that
This that click clack
Move nigga get back
Shit coming and yall stalling like who ate up all the exlax
Come through like a kick door
Yo door thought it was a kickback
Kicked that
Shit flat
If you Dis this
Then That's that
Nigga this a robbery
Hands up
Get down
Making shit shake
Like a big bitch fell down
You are nowhere nair
Like some pubic hairs grown out
And that fro
Look like her back, shit blown out
They want X then pop Z
I don't know why
I just supply
And if I don't
I know a guy
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