Helicopter Handwriting

Yeen cooler than me

Shit ****

I'm a macaroni section type of ****

Imma be where the muhfuckin' cheese at ****

Stay flexin' over this bitch, FGMG's ****

I do this for all the young, fly, flashy ****, man (West Starlando)

Gangsta ****

You already know, Fly Goon

Now I was in the main like a muhfucker

Sittin in the G cell

State attorney turnin' my case around, like a Sprewell

Coke dealers, ****, we got more sand than a sea shell

Got that big Benz fuckin' up the road, like a beach whale

Blowin' on that mango fruity

Whole city hollerin' Mookie

Catch me with the goonies, jumpin' out a duely

Eatin' breakfast at Julie's

Never leave my tooly, these fuck **** be acting too foolish

Extended on the 40, now I need a bigger size Coogi

Judge looked in my eyes, and asked me "Why they call you Mookie?"

I think he think I'm stupid, now I'm startin' to think like Boosie

Pop pills and swallow syrup, now I'm feelin' like Gucci

Fuckin' mohawk done got knotty, now I'lm lookin' like Whoopie

Spray on this Denzel cologne, get on my Bill Gates iPhone

Find me a Rihanna redbone, and take it on home

I'm on my shit, I'm in my zone

I got that yoppa on the front seat of the Brougham

This bitch broomstick long, ****

I do this shit for all the goblins, my **** that's robbin'

Graduated out the kitchen, never been to Harvard

Never been to college, our life was a lil harder

I was a young **** robbin' these fuck **** for they lil Starters

You a lil pussy, yo lil **** soft like cushion

My lil ****'ll wack ya ass bout a couple cookies

My lil ****'ll wack ya ass bout a couple grams

Yeah, they fucked up bout Mook, you know who I am

Don't this shit feel like a movie, G-Dawg?

Look how I go thru the muhfuckin' channels, my ****

Without skippin' a muh fuckin beat

Nam sayin?

These fuck **** skippin' channels

I'm sticking to the muhfuckin' script, man

These folks fucked up bout Mook

Nam sayin

Cuz I'on wear no muhfuckin' mask

I rap bout that real shit

Errthing a **** spit be bout that real shit

While these **** be rappin' some amazing shit

Fuck **** be vampires and shit

Shit crazy as fuck

I told that bitch I'm on some fly shit, Helicopter Handwriting

One verse'll get ya a Audi truck, and a new Breitling

Only **** on the block, Gucci down, all-nighter

Blood red truck on chrome, but I ain't fightin fires

OG's in prison told me, "Mook Boy keep writing"

Walkin' up the escalator, every step I'm gettin' higher

Smokin' on that loud in the club, I done lost my lighter

Found my lighter, now I'm lookin' for a bitch like Maliya

Some'n red, with them wide hips like the Challenger

She move quick and got them fat lips like the Challenger

Bricks got a **** doin' numbers like Algebra

Pinky ring flashing, what the fuck I need the camera for?

Pose for the picture, ****

Pimp on them bitches, ****

Tina hit me, Imma push her ass up out the limo, ****

I'on know who raised y'all ****, but I'on never slip

Stay whippin' the bitch in the kitchen, that Ike Turner wrist

Come thru slow, makin' the top do backflips

Land in the trunk, next to my bag from Sakks Fifth

When I say a broomstick, I'ain talkin bout sweepin', jit

I'm talmbout assault rifles the size of a pool stick

Leavin' the Magic Mall, walking' out with my cool bitch

Cool on the Mac-11, yeah, that's my cool bitch

Shawty in the background, I stay on that smooth shit

Shotty in the background, I'm on my Fly Goon shit

Maybe I can tell you, that I have my faults, and there are no guarantees

Oh, baby can't you see?

I'm only human!