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