Problem - D Boy lyrics

Fully loaded, drilled my picardo Raxton, whatever hood I happen to be when they let the lucky Haters poppin over ground but never touch me Plus my right hand kinda dusty I'm a diamond lane idea, bird call me a leader b**hes call me a bleeder, I knock the mean I drop the heater Look here scratch, I'm juggling guap, piping the box That is straight out of wax, my pocket so stupid Then may knock in these tumors, I lead that to consumers Let them party where they found it, but they never come around it It's the last of the beast, the rumors never cease They knew who fatty was f**ing, I be in the shay room every week I'm talking Tuesday with chocolate baby and Thursday with bay But since I don't do no talking that's where a wordplay will stay And see I'm chilling, you heard, please don't provoke me I'm gone That faregamo cologne got her all on my bone I'm at your rocking and rolling, check out my people they fly Go check out fatty, check out bleezy anty mack you know why I'm talking down to the wiggles, y'all parallel dare I'm tryina sound like a fare, I've been there No care, let me soul fill in the kid Like you know my pigs, poking me all on Facebook Staring at my dick, and rappers they wanna do something But really what the biz? I can poop in my own hand and I wouldn't give a sh**, n***a Real with the psycho-dramatic, big body tatted All its wrist for the cabbage, I go flexing autmatics I go at it with your baby, we are ewing and like I'm you And please don't interrupt me, I give her that big to two Oh you mad now, like the steaks ain't to the mad cow Knocking n***as out I think I jab now n***as scared 'cause I'm in and after lap now I'm bad luck and I swear I'm headed to cla** now Got me on my one, looky looky I'm blessed fresher than most Toast with the roast, goes with these hoes f**ing my pose Switching my flows, respect the vets Checking my dough so don't Man I'm all on the stage checking my nose He go, never with the letting off easy s**er tried to mislead me, the streets lead me, k**er Grade A gorilla, damilenian imperial with no feeling No feeling my n***a, ballack the illest We blowing I'm high man no feeling Chachi margello stepping the weaponry close to them They taking no shows, heating up you see LA brewing Grab a cup and cream f** problem, it's bout the f**ing team You f**ing f** about the farly see what the f** I mean Hustling fiend, do it dirty, pa** 30 I'm cursing, dj wanna play this loud and make a f**ing clean Virgin, Persian, rugs I lay on Dabbing wax with different colors, crayon Oh my god, you cross me, you cross me? Ironically, I'm bout to get my mother loving pray on Bobby booth shay on, where the n***as at So I'm rich and I did it for my side Man I did it for the lives, yeah I do it for the love Yeah I do it for my n***as, yeah I do it for my plug I'ma do this sh** with love till I'm 6 feet deep, it's about survival Come roll we gonn' brush that wave, like Chicago Ask lucky, f** whoever don't like lucky Bad, it's on dlg LA Leakers!