Rocks Paper Scissors

Rock paper scissors
My snow moving like blizzards
Motor City atmosphere
Butter leathers and lizards
Cartiers and new J's
40-calibers, new K's
Hit me on the Facebook or tweet a nigga like Blue Jays
Money coming in a few ways
Play haters like Blu-Rays
They be trippin' I be getting mine
They be talking but who phased
Flip boulders like soufflé's
Hit a hater I don't do strays
50-drum will get him hit with
The first 48 like two days
Money calling like rain falling
You ain't ballin' you a stutter-stepper
Boy I'm hotter than a yellow pepper
You a pussy like a yellow leopard
Heard you did it with a freaky bitch
You ain't got her but you should of kept her
I'm a get a little bird-brain
Cause she on my Woody Woodpecker
Rap a lot but it is not a must
Spit a flow and I ain't gotta cuss
Money come without a lot of trust
I'm the company it's not a Us
Thuggin' in a whip
Thuggin' when I walk
Thuggin' even when I ride a bus
Think I ain't a Motor City killa
Boy you smoking on a lot of dust
Buck bang take ya' brain out
Head shot a knock a vein out
If he ain't wanna get his shirt wet
Hater should've never came out
He be rappin' like he really wit' it
He ain't living what he sang about
Killaz on him like a outfit
Dump the body then I change out
Hoes calling me to hang out
Beat the kitty in the frame out
I ain't really with the game play
Major money on my main route
I don't really do it for the fame
Plot on me I'll pull the thang out
Hater put his hood on the wall
I'm a cross a nigga name out!
Fuck you
Fuck him
Fuck them
Fuck all y'all!
Told the homies who was fake wit' it
I ain't even gotta call y'all
Niggaz say they wanna ride on me
Bet I'm 'bout to make 'em all fall
Tuck the clip and pull him out the whip
Smack him like I'm playing Wall Ball
30 odd 6 in the cut
40 on me by my dick and nuts
Close range I'm a let it bang
Bloodstains on a nigga Chuck's
Lot of niggaz say a lot of shit
Shoot at me and I'm a get 'em touched
Niggaz brag about they war stories
Knowing I don't really give a fuck
Selling rocks for a lot of paper
For the paper I'm a get the chopper
Now I'm running through the cemetery
Ducking from the fuckin' helicopter
Let 'em get me nigga never that
Murder me will be a better bet
Agonie: The Real Chit Chat
Top thug nigga tell them that
3 the Goon - that's the new shit
Really they don't wanna do shit
On the corner with a 8-ball
In my corner pocket like a pool stick
Type of life I live entertaining
I don't do it for amusement
Ride on me that's a bad wreck
It don't matter who you cruise wit'
Use autotune I don't bother
Hotter flow I spit a lot of lava
Hit the safe and take out every dollar
Open sesame like Ali Baba
In the kitchen cooking up a plan
At the table with a lot of yada
Hustle, money, and a dirty chopper
Rock paper scissors not a problem



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Writer(s): Brian Price, Omnibeats
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