Flight 93 f*ggots flown Rest in peace to all the people 911 that are gone Loosen up like f**ed p**y b**h you is a real wussy Get that weed, break it down, chop it up until its bushy b**hes ain't shyt niqqa 15-1-11 niqqa Niqqas runnin round lookin all tacky and lil ratchet niqqa f** you and yo b**hes niqqas This goes to yo ugly hoes Put a bag around that bytch s** my dick first cut a hole b**h you not a warrior Commonwealth that ain't shyt Open yo mouth wen you sleep Gag you reel then take a piss Got yo girl face in my pants She get sloppy beaver dam Put her a** on mute then turn her up by the palm of my hand All my bytches like it hard or soft call it now a later Send you up up In them clouds Float you down like elevators f** the branches in yo family tree Snap em minutes later Yo bytch blew me time bomb Her mouth was the detonator F.u niqqa Standing for f** up lil niqqa And get yo bytch up off my dick before I choke her wit it Yea I no she like the taste bu*t get out my face Before I send you down the road wit a heavy load Yea I no its hard to leave but im beggin please While I hit it from the front I am smoking a blunt Im on my stuart little status tryna get this cheese
Tryna evade all these bytches all they do is tease, Riqo I am searchin for the green Call it guacamole Red in my veins Christmas flow you don't no me I got one hoe workin And one hoe sleeppin Cum all in her eye now my bytch straight peekin I got hella f**in bytches choosin from a variety Had a special bytch you couldn't see like a diary f** yo girl twice then send her a** on her way All you gotta do get on yo knees if you wanna stay Hurricane shyt wet the hole party Ima f**in do me f** the authority f**ed the bytch and had her heart twisted origami Treat the dick like a balloon Yea this bytch is blowin me I step back and see the f**in pa** I my vary eyes I don't believe nun these bytches say Sinning is a lie f** them f**in niqqas And f** them f**in bytches Hit that bytch wit my bat Throw that p**y pitches Ima feen fa the green Use the green get the weed Smoke the weed till my splean come alive like a dream I ain't speakin im preachin Im preachin real life Preachin like the pastor do Sunday see the light f** vodka im on that pennicle f** sober feeling spiritual Its ok fa me to hit yo bytch and if you do mine ima finish you n***a thirsty fa my bytch had to replenish you