True North

Damn, Quintin

I pull up creepin' 'round the corner, bitch, bundle up

They think I'm too cold, I told that bitch I don't wanna snuggle up

All you rappers goofy, bitch, don't ask me if we can partner up

I don't give no fuck 'bout none of you **** in the still stock

Catch me shootin' Darkwing Duck with my uncle Chuck

You ain't got no aim, lame **** bitch, better luck

Catch me shootin' Darkwing Duck with my uncle Chuck

You ain't got no aim, lame **** bitch, better luck

I put on the plain Jane, fucked a plane ride out to Spain

They think I'm Jody Highroller, I don't gamble with no lames

Twinkle, twinkle goes every single diamond in my chain

Dragon fang gang, ice glistenin' in the night rain

I think I'm John Wain, Smith & Wesson, point-blank range

50 thousand on the dinner, tell that bitch to keep the change

I'm the same **** from the wing, bitch, ain't shit change

I'm off Riverdale and Shelby drive, jumpin' through lanes

I pull up creepin' 'round the corner, bitch, bundle up

They think I'm too cold, I told that bitch I don't wanna snuggle up

All you rappers goofy, bitch, don't ask me if we can partner up

I don't give no fuck 'bout none of you **** in the still stock

Catch me shootin' Darkwing Duck with my uncle Chuck

You ain't got no aim, lame **** bitch, better luck

Catch me shootin' Darkwing Duck with my uncle Chuck

You ain't got no aim, lame **** bitch, better luck