I'd be feeling like fuck cop, send him get the buck shot
Dollar, dollar bill I'ma show you where the bucks die
Hit him with the count pal, I be going nuts now
Used to get the wrong round, shawty's gonna fuck now
Baby, I'm back again ain't anybody in love
Beating on my chest like a fucking gorilla
Grew up on a tribe called Quest J.Dilla
But the Mac told me how to swing donuts for real
I'm just a product of my mother fucking vermin
So growing up all I wanted was a cougar wife
Had a cougar wife I spit a couple freestyles, turn my life around
Eighty's cats people thought they won't bite me now
But what's surprising about it, not a motherfucking thing I guess
So I got to do mine I put in all of this time
The first son turned water to wine not lying boy
I'm not even trying to pop off spinach, going out of his mind
He's catch chicken, and they bout to get fried
Sitting in the cloud in the sky
Looking like a fucking crash course on how to get fly
On a bay bridge headed to the rowdy aside
Where the bay says, don't be sniffing powdery lines
To smoke rock cocaine, straight from Rondo Craig
But we sing a Webby song, off a round of dragon with that
I'm a fucking babe boy, all I do is make noise mother fucker with that
Have the sauce day one I ain't talking A-one lil' mama what's up
We suing all pills going through we in the hills mother fucker with that
Now I'm all around the map with the bail my back
Look, I just bought a glock just to shoot at the cops, paw, paw, paw
Turn a pig to a fucking pork chop what's next?
Ain't playing with these cats no more
I get the murder in the beat that's what the casket folk
I got a feeling in my gut that the cash is closed
I hear them switching up, they tune trying master note
And the snakes out there so the grass can moat
I ain't tripping that's exactly what I'm asking for
I told him go ahead and bank on me
Rapper something that they gassed up
Really got The tank on me
If you feel and brag on play about me
Sweetie sugar, ice tea what it ain't going to be okay (okay)
Headed back to the mission
Sliding on the bridge I've been back to my mission
Are we ever wondering what's the slap in the whip
500 on a car and a rack in the system
I'm actually different the facts in the printer
Back to the wall 'til my ass got splinters, dawg
Don't pass me a swisher, if it ain't a back, it ain't even all that
On the bay bridge headed to the rowdy side
Where the base says don't be sipping powdery lines
I smoke rock cocaine straight from rhyme to dragon
But we send a Webby song off of rhyme of dragon with that
I'm a fucking babe boy, all I do is make noise mother fucking with that
Have the sauce day one, I ain't talking A one little mama what's up
We suing all pills going through, we in the hills mother fucker with that
Now I'm all around the map with the bail my back
Mother fucker with that
