Testin one two three! Whoa I flow rhymes wicked. And bust some to keep me uplifted. It flows to my braincells like from smoke. I'm no joke I make an old man croak because I'm loc'.
featuring see Murder Master P. . (Ughhhhhh). Stack yo Chips get yo paper. Ball til you fall young nigga fuck the haters. Stack yo Chips get yo paper. Ball til you fall young nigga fuck the haters.
Yeah, keep talkin' bout that money, I'mma (stick 'em!) hahaha (stick 'em!). Send a bitch home with him, let her tell us where to get him. Got the hollows in that ruger, I'm looking at your chain.