Prince Tulip

Don't give a fuck about yesterday

Or give a fuck about today and tomorrow

Gonna be the same fucking way

Bitches love me when I'm hitting

When I'm gone they start to trippin'

So much codeine in my body

You can smell it when I'm pissing

Smoking like an engine, fucking all these women

In my casket grinnin', I can't help my fucking sinnin'

Monkey mothafucka's give them all banana clips

Water on on my lips smokin' dope with the clique

Triple six hot tip, bitches flip just to tip on the dick

Of a prick, bouncin' tits, lickin' nips, mother fuckers

Out they minds thinking they can fuck with $uicide

Smoking on a dime, bitches love the Five Nine

Slice me with an icy knife please

I'm 'bout to light these tightly rolled blunts

Got about a hunnid of them, looking like tree trunks

Yeah, my whit T has got a bright G on the front

The Five Nine in the police eyes mean that me and Sloth

Steady, never doing the right thing, because

I'm the fucking opposite of Spike Lee

Yeah, I'm the frightening great white

I'm bitin' lightning, bitch

I'm the skeleton waking at night, three wishes

I will grant and then I smite thee, oh you think you're dope?

I'm tighter than the rope around your fucking throat

I'l be the last thing you see before you fucking choke, hoe