Hey once again its me
A cranky russian white boy back from the 90's
Love the violence, smacking a hoe and call her a b*tch
Im all that, can’t be changed. Call it white trash sh*t
Chicks be like "omg your so 1999"
Well I stopped giving a fu*k since junior high
All my cloths that I buy from the second hand store
Wearing dirty socks. Golden chains but I sleep on the floor
This is what I wanted to be
Fool full of sh*t inside
That always want to refill
[unreal
Ski mask on my face like my skin
Look where you at motherfu*ker
Put your hands up and scream
Boom boom
We’re a fu*king war machine
b*tch we ride on rage not on motherfu*king gasoline
Stay out of my way fool I don’t give a sh*t
You gonna talk like that b*tch
Your head gonna catch a brick
Ain’t no way around that
The dirt inside you find it
You always trynna hide it
It’s heavy ain’t that beach
We never turn poor, we always were
We seize the day like its our last one
You can be sure
4 homies, the dogs from the pound that never got cozy
Mostly always on the road never lonely
Top speed
Moving towards the goal
With my whole click
Bullsh*t
You be talking sh*t
But we don’t care
Fool on freaks this is what we Chose to become b*tch
If you see us around watch out better call the police
All the ladies in the crowd
Bounce motherfu*ker bounce
All the dogs from the pound
Bounce motherfu*ker bounce
Are you ready for this now
Than get loud motherfu*kers
And bounce bounce