Shasta (feat. Mark Battles)

I burn the clutch out the spider

That's a .458

And you can never jack the sauce, playboy, that's DNA

I'm certified in the city, put respect on my gang

Cause I got all my dogs with me, I don't chat with the strays

Seven tailored suits in my closet, that's Canasta

Smokin' out the peaches at the telly in Atlanta

They know that I'm all about my bucks like I'm in Tampa

Styrofoam the cups, mix the purple with the Shasta

Curly-headed devil

I might take your angel dancin

Went on down to Georgia

Turned the city to a panic

I'm a lover boy

Little gangster, little romantic

Breaking laws in traffic

Their scanner showin' static

That's a loaded Smith & Wesson

When I was a jit

I learned my player shit from Preston

Ain't no logos when I'm dressin

We don't fall in love with all that fake shit you impressed with

I burn the clutch out the spider

That's a .458

And you can never jack the sauce, playboy, that's DNA

I'm certified in the city, put respect on my gang

Cause I got all my dogs with me, I don't chat with the strays

Seven tailored suits in my closet, that's Canasta

Smokin' out the peaches at the telly in Atlanta

They know that I'm all about my bucks like I'm in Tampa

Styrofoam the cups, mix the purple with the Shasta

Ayy, bout my bucks like it's Tampa Bay

Just bagged a Spanish Mami

Met her out in Santa Fe

She let me knock it out the park like the Atlanta Braves

Can't blame the coach if you broke

It's bout who ran the plays

This ain't Santa's sleigh

But I'm glidin' bitch

We was all born broke

Now I'm dyin' rich

Like a scientist, no limit to what I can mix

Yes, I admit

Leave them hurt

Zion, bitch

I burn the clutch out the spider

That's a .458

And you can never jack the sauce, playboy, that's DNA

I'm certified in the city, put respect on my gang

Cause I got all my dogs with me, I don't chat with the strays

Seven tailored suits in my closet, that's Canasta

Smokin' out the peaches at the telly in Atlanta

They know that I'm all about my bucks like I'm in Tampa

Styrofoam the cups, mix the purple with the Shasta

I burn the clutch out the spider

That's a .458

And you can never jack the sauce, playboy, that's DNA

I'm certified in the city, put respect on my gang

Cause I got all my dogs with me, I don't chat with the strays