Ginseng

I don't try to fuck
Might keep yo pistol ducked
Can't fuck around with us
Can't fuck around with us
Red dot, my target locked
Can't tell who I should trust
Can't fuck around with us
Can't fuck around with us
Too cold for the gin
No bitch like Kim
No freaks like Ging
No cup in the sink
Too cold for the gin
No bitch like Kim
No freaks like Ging
No cup in the sink

I recognize all yo fear and stress
Trying to find a plug, but they disconnect
Shenron 'bout to be a threat
Kim Jong, The big thumb I press
Hold yo breath, the real men gon' escape their deaths
And we lose sight to girls that don't need impressions
Fake stunt trying to kill but that bitch impressed
Is that bitch impressed, though?

For the big start, I finish
Fuck no limits
Fuck all the cops trying to fuck with the digits
Fuck might fuck, gon' fuck with the Dickens
Front row, Micheal gon' swerve, I'm sipping
On bleach, might burn, my throat
My God, flip, in a damn road trip
Get ma whole grip
For a tip, I would never do, such a good thing
Get clean, finna dry them sheets

Is that your day, for the Testing
Gum-Gum I'm stretching
Out my mind, when it's really dark and shady
Baby, crazy, still trying to grow up, throw up
Back in the bathroom
Maybe show off
So I could feel safe, when them girls, got skirts
I heard, if I get behind her, you pay
That hurts, might curve then
If you don't wanna end up with a surgeon
Damn thats urgent
Need conversion
Cuz I can't describe myself more than suburban
How absurd, he trying to learn, how to fit shit in
But Shenron got the thickest skin
Big ass grin
He trying to murk all yo fake-ass bitches
Click clack, one shot, when he flips the switch
Stop calling me a retarted, cuz I can't think like the way, you started
Bitch it's Testing

It's Testing
I said it's Testing, bitch
Hol' up, wait, it's Testing
Let's get it