Thou shall not front on real sh**
Aww hell
Face a thousand d**hs
From Mr. Spit Vicious
I go hard like concrete floors
Make b**hes legs open like lambo doors
Up, Out
n***a rock the first season DBC to Mr. Chow
My ghetto chick orderin food she cant pronounce
Eat mama
Let it stick to your ribs
But no pics
Tell your friends bout the sh** that we did
Cuz I cant have no evidence
Of me hangin with other chicks
Floatin round
Wifey tryna fight me on some Springer sh**
It's Curren$y
Or you can call me Mr. Clean Kicks
My day job consists of business first
And video games
Bong hits and pullin skirts
Vacationing month long trips
Scamp of the Earth
I'm tryna find what any
All do was in search of
Was it love
Not sho
But I know
That ya man Hot Spitta aint
One of these n***as who
Don't know how to dress
So they swagga jack Jigga
Wait to see him on stage wit it
Then they internet shop until they get it
I saw they same thing happen to me
n***as laughed at my Steez
Now they wearin DC's
Fashion misfits
I'm fashion gifted
You n***as Boo Boo
Find Yogi
Crash a picnic
Spitta, yea