Doc Pop of WIYF:
Eyes set on this Corvette, 13 for the ticket
I'm trying to get it, sh** I'm finna get it, cuz I'm finna get it, yes I'ma be with it n***a
Is you with it, or are you a critic?
You can get dismissed for f**ing with digits, you dig it?
This trill sh**, admit it n***a, tired of poor pimping
That's why I'm changing up positions, '94 'Vette with the pistons
With two seats, fit four in it, get your b**h to f** all my n***as
When I get right I'ma take care of all my n***as, one call my n***a, end it all my n***a
Live raw my n***a, ready for war my n***a, Afghan in the blunt or the Raw my n***a
187, Samuel Jackson
It's a target on your jacket let me know what's happening
It don't matter where you at n***a they still got axes
Little known fact, perfect don't come from practice
187, Samuel Jackson
It's a target on your jacket let me know what's happening
It don't matter where you at n***a they still got axes
Little known fact, perfect don't come from practice
Yoaty of WIYF:
I'm at war with my vices, siphon 'em out
Life is a garden and weeds gon sprout
But I bang, bang, bang, sugar cane in my mouth
What the f** you mean? Get slain in the South
Your b**h in first chair? Pipe in her mouth
Politely but spitefully striking her spout
Cuz you think you on, n***a 187
Molotov's thrown til your soul's released
I done gave you the seeds
Now you can grow roses or you can grow weeds
It's strictly your choice how you shall proceed
I done washed my hands let me drink O.E
I got plans to get loaded, riding on the low with a ho, I'm a pluck that lotus
Finna pop that cork to all of them bottled emotions
Sol:
23 years worth of dimes for my thoughts brah, and I got
23 years worth of crimes I ain't been caught for, and I got
23 years worth silence I done thought of, and I got
n***as on the ring, if need be, to come see me discretely
Elite team, smite a n***a quick despite defeat, delete thee, talk or tweet beef
Cuz talk is cheap, I bust a n***a open like I'm on TV with Paula Deen
See I'm off the beat but I'm on my sh**
Walk 6'3 til I'm obsolete
You a common thief, a wannabe
Generic as the pills at the pharmacy
Him in Gen. Pop. like a comedy
Corny to the grit, hominy
Rocketry is my policy, quality parallel to my quantity
See the artistry is in harmony with the logic, which carries on constantly
I am longingly, you a novelty
This a homicide, you call police
Before they done interrogating
I got a snowflake to fall through, and post a n***a bond for me
I'm a molecule, they bond to me
Is it the modesty or something bodily?
They call me Boo, baby, I love you
Majesty, or Your Sovereignty
I just sit back, relax, thrax out
Practice on rolling this botany
Doc Pop:
187, Samuel Jackson
It's a target on your jacket let me know what's happening
It don't matter where you at n***a they still got axes
Little known fact, perfect don't come from practice
187, Samuel Jackson
It's a target on your jacket let me know what's happening
It don't matter where you at n***a they still got axes
Little known fact, perfect don't come from practice