steak sauce on the collar, my greens are collard
fine wines, no aqua, shyt is awkward
...put the Benz in park, then hit the park up
nikkas playin parkhour when they hear them shots buck
they compare me to John, cuz ima Popper
.....when nikkas was pop lockin, i popped lockets
...stop watchin, my shot is John Stockton
flyin out to Stockholm, just to get my stocks up
..i show'em hell...my watch like a frozen shell
my chick roll a L while i sniff the Joel McHale
..Im pitchin Joe Montana to all the scramblers
...you play witcha hammer, you gettin hammered
...they see the face on camera i get the slander
you see me ride, no hands, its just the standard
...sautee'd the salmon, my chick is famished
..its like the coupe just vanished the way im mashin, Marcberg nikka.
