In my younger days I used to sport a shag When I went to school I carried lunch in a bag [x3]
I got a pinata that's filled with dead rappers I got a dead rapper that's covered in red like teeny girl mattress The period done, stealing your funds, we fearing, you done We livin' in prison, and reapin the runs, you talkin that shit But you semen and sons
STOP scheming and looking hard, stop stop stop scheming and looking hard. [x3]
All I know is drugs and guns, bitches Off of acid tablets, rabid, alcoholic, pot head, xanax habit got me fucked All girls I know are sluts All sluts I know, they blow, so if you want you know you bust Ey yo I'm Spark miggity Master Tape In the hood with a barrel so long I can pop your bitch ass in a lawn chair While I'm chilling on my own damn lawn Like Spark Master Tape
(Unh) We get shipments so big That when we be sipping our shit We tripping and shit might just slip out the sink Ay, Rizzo, fuck what you think 49 roofies in her ma'fucking drink 49 groupies on my fucking dick Cause I roll through my street with a gun by my prick Snitch, click click, got bitch, mob shit Off the topic, fuck your gossip Shot that hostage, now you gone Donkey of the week Charlemagne the god Bang that squad shit It's on shit We kill shit Yeah that don shit My hoes, bitches be raunchy Rock gold linen Versace Like Spark