rap to this trap like all cats stack up cash till my cards black lyst stopped answering calls back this bitch got ass like a kardash sure look bomb in that bra strap clothes all gone when she crawl flat no thong on showin all that try to hold on strong to my jock strap i declare this a slider no need to compare it s apparent i m hotter so stare if you wanna while i get engulfed in this marijuana i m stoned with my partners get closer to smell this aroma from ganja my clothes are designer i m over your girl now i m onto your momma cuz your wifey riminds me of some bitch i used to pipe on the nightly i m the life of the party i m bossy and i got my posse beside me we re swiping your nikes don t try me or you might get your life on an iv it s highly unlikely that your rhyming will ever come slightly beside me in this rap game you must insist on your campaign suck this dick be the catch phrase will bust your lip with an ashtray get stuck with stitches and band aids fuck yo chick call it match made hundreds they what i mandate better run cause it may be your last day ya ll fakes and you clowns are jokes mind state off a crown with coke mind wasted from downing tokes cause i blaze to make clouds of smoke i stay with my downest bros highways up and down this coast grind late while we count our notes while ya ll stay chasing town in shows more change is a must have blow haze watch us puff pass fit a whole eighth in a blunt wrap there is no way i could cut back see they know a got the club packed hoes stay on my nut sack i m the propane to a struck match cause i flow flames i m a tough act