Uhh, uhh, uhh Who the fukk wanna squeeze?
My Desert Ease make MC's freeze
You wakin up in cold sweats, they just dreams
You still apoligizin, analyzin, my size and your size
and realizin, a fist fight would be asinine
You just pop wines I must pop nines
Genuine steel piece, nozzle in your grill piece
You're shook up, two bricks, every cook up
We can hook up, all I see is the future Disrespect, I shoot ya
By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly
Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak
Die for a dollar nikka, life ain't sweet
Play for keeps wet shirts with experts on the creep
I be the mob fiance, about to marry it
Illegal transactions in Farragut with Arabics
Why not, they fit twelve up in the bedroom
Imagine what they stash is like, make you a classic like my first LP,
beef with me is unhealthy fukk around and get an ul-cer, loose your pulse or
collapsed lung, look how many gats I brung
For them homos, still doin promos Break both your legs you're movin slow-mo,
got shined to glow mo' Nine hundred and ninety six grams, you need for mo'
> anything PAC spit
And you don't know what lyrical means.
In fact you said multiple times you don't care what a rapper says