It's mister shotties and max again Send my young boy back to Cunch I'm bout to go get them racks again Till he's done Donny comes back See them racks we elastic them But some of that goes into reup That's more dark and crack again Charc and wax again (More grub) You might see me with this thingy on man So you know I'm taking minimal chat I'm done with these silly little gangs I'll leave man rubbed in these silly little flats Should've gotten rich off smacking crack Cuz I done smoked to a million cats Should've got a medal for the way I clap Cuz I done smoked off backs and hats These niggas can't talk to me (They can't) My young boys on smoke He want's to start queffing I told him come walk with me (He's on smoke) Just make sure the tings off safety Cuz I don't wanna make the ting awkward g To make me grab that mash out yuh hand Slap that twice and make me (?) for g Tell me why them man always chatting large (Large) They talk bout crashing, they only thing they crash is fuckin cars Courtesy of man slapping at cars And why's them man always chatting wass (they're wass) When they ain't got no waps They only thing they clapping is fucking hands (Fucking jokeman)
step round dere tryna turn man packet big dot dot comin out man jacket don't chat u ain't on badness he got sliced in his face it's a madness caught man at maccies he was dashing a1 backs this mash and then crash it I step
