{"One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight"}. Y'all been frontin. Without a ounce of thuggin. You go against me, you too can count for nothin. . I'm the king of the backpackers.
My triggers is stupid, you thugs is funny. My guns be, goin "eh" for the love of money. Dumb, fabulous rhymer give you Luger lasagna. Hula hoop, hold ya, I'll put your noodles behind ya.
"You're no good I have to cut you loooooose, you loooooose". . Woo! Hello hip-hop, goodbye music. . It's like a love-hate relationship. Ridin' in the Ferrari while takin' trips.