Monday night at Dion's
Squall of a baby named Leon, headache from the neon
Settle like I'm Creon with my D in her lips
Clipped from day one so it never gon' flip
The only bodyguard I'll ever need resides on my hip
The only b**h I'll need is yours and she resides on my dick
Cum on her shirt, I'd buy a new one if there's cotton to pick
Flick the blunt 'cause I'm withholding Shenron's breath in the Bic
Tatsu kicks and Shoryukens, leave a n***a with a crooked face
Dig a ditch and leave these n***as dead in record pace
Rekka hits like records skip, sip the bloody vase
Chillin' with a pretty face, drippin' in the villain's grace
Slippin' out her fuchsia lace, reaching in the Miller case
In her idea of haste, give me more than just a taste
I'm based, I'm based, I'm eating Pizza Pizza with my n***a Big Pickle and my b**h like Mona Lisa
High-fiving the Grim Reaper like "Good Job...
...Can you make it with more Sizzles and less Bobs?"
n***as rob and worship corn on the cob
Throwing lobs and making more of a quote, unquote "urban mob"
Cummin' in globs
Fresh off the boat with my fobs
No n***as to rob
No n***as around
Damn, the f** has happened?
d**h to a n***a's habits