Kobe & Shaq

I might fuck on your hoe, but I won't do no kissin'
Diamonds all in my mouth and you know that they glistenin
Man, if I do the crime, I ain't doin' no snitchin' Put the beam on his face, then his ass get to bitchin
Put a switch on his Glock, then that bitch get to spittin
Put a four in this Fanta, bitch, that's what I'm sippin
Chase him down with this Drake, this nigga got to slippin
Tryna stop takin' percs, them bitches got me itching

(Steel) Damn, damn, damn
Bitch I earned all my stripes steelio too official
Got a tech in this tech and it's loud like a whistle
Pay your man some back door this shit turnin' civil
Shoot this bitch like I'm Kobe, I ain't talkin' Bristol
Screamin' free my big brother, nigga, fuck judicial
Bitch they call me 5K on your head, it's a nickel
Make your big homie cross you, he ain't got a dribble
F-O G, my three letters, I ain't got initials
If my bro yell out scoom, then you know he gon' get you
I ain't slime but we wipin' his nose like a tissue
If you claim that it's static, nigga, what's the issue
Beat his ass real fast like I knew jiu-jitsu
Red dot on his head, nigga, like a Hindu
Red dot on his head it ain't shit to dismiss you
Red dot on his head, got a beam on the pistol
Fuck the bitch after school on her pussy essential
But this dick in her stomach and fucked up her dental
This bitch thought that I loved her, I fucked up her mental
Don't give a fuck what we in, bitch, we tinting the rental
Don't give a fuck what we in, tote this bitch out the window
Goin' deep in the pussy like it's quicksand
I just woke up this morning, made a quick band
I ain't with all the talking turn him to a strand
Thought I caught me a body, but the pole jammed
If I catch the bitch, lacking hit in his back
I a go anaconda, if it's for the sack
Put the team in the end zone, nigga, call me Dak
I ain't stoppin' this rap shit till I get a plaque
I got ricks on my feet, I hit him in his back
F-O-G winning team, my niggas never lack
I got a 32 toting, this heat like I'm Shaq
Put a switch on this bitch, this nigga can't react
In the field like Khalil, I'm totin' on his Mack
Fuck school, I ain't got no books up in this bag
Bitch, I ran out the Wok, so I'm sippin' on act
Bitch, I'm sippin' on mud, that's just how I relax
Keep a stick on my hip like it's Red Dead Redemption
When it come to these racks, my pockets Peter Griffin
How you claim you my bitch, but all up in my mentions?
I'ma fuck your little hoe, lil' nigga, now you livid
Ran it up on my own and that shit, I was givin'
Heard him dissing K2, so I sent that boy fishin
Boy I stay on my grind can't no bitch catch me slipping
We ain't Kobe and Shaq, lil' nigga, we different
F-O-G them my guys I'm forever on go
He keep talkin' so tough, man, that nigga a hoe
Bad lil' bitch on my line, and she suckin' me slow
Nigga do all that dissin', but can't up the score
When we see you, lil' nigga, no talkin', just blow
His momma singing and crying like Bell Biv DeVoe
Know that bitch do dicks, why you lovin' that hoe
You ain't gon' shoot that lil' gun, man, that shit's just for show
If I don't got the gun, he gon' die by the poke
If you tweakin' this bitch, put that boy on the floor
If we get the lo, we gon' come in your door
I ain't duckin' shit, it's unlimited smoke