Candy paint, 4s pokin, and screens stay fallin. Niggas walking by but dem 4s stay crawlin. Money 2 da top boys sayin dat I'm ballin. I ain't got a gun but I'm still shot calling. Slabs in a line gettin ready 2 ride. My trunk tryin 2 get seeked but it aint ready hide. When dat water I no ready to dive.----- I'm 12 years old message me how I rap
The way ya treated me afterwards finding out That you luhcuzin no moe Blunt Puffin More Like Dope Puffin Getting Geeked just Because i ended up Being different than ya'd would I'd Be
4 dips....sideways in tha mothership. Wood grain grip ls6 up the racing strip. Moving...... U-haul.......while we ball. I know they gonna twist tha shit this is where my lyrics hit spitting out tha mazarock This is where ya' chatter stop. Game gone how many n!ggas racing off tha same song, Long old schiddy from tha country to tha city I wonder how many niggas really..... Move out with the groove out. Long lasting flow game whit a passion............
