Niggas come liver than nude shows.
Hugo Boss flow like Goku multiplied by Tuco.
That good mix, broken 'til it's down bad.
Bags with no wood sticks. Runaways trippin', just found land.
You could misunderstand, but fam I don't give a fuck.
P. Vills for prez, baby, home of the trayb.
Check the force though. Battalion action phone the brigade.
Shit been gettin' out of hand if I was holdin' grenades.
Could've swore I had a moment with Jade...hold up, pardon.
Hardy-harrin' in my mind. Now it's back to business.
Love interest nonexistent, miss don't risk it.
I let these bitches go quicker than Christmas biscuits.
The recipes don't lie, the numbers died tryin'
From a get rich quick scheme with 50 cent pop machines.
Thirsty. Way before The Weeknd hit a whole day.
Baldilocks Six...apologies, Pac, it's twisted.
Smooth off my licorice kick. But keep a candy cane
Clutch. Eavesdroppers couldn't understand the slang much.
Yeah we on the same boat. Monochrome detail.
Black and white sacrifice, Griggs and Captain Price.
Bulletshowers save soap, dough be foamin' post-resell.
Outlandsih V-12, it's not a thing about race.
These boys ride around with choppers like Trixie.
Them Dixie Cup cowboys, babies grip sippies.
Catch me laid back in the mix with big titties in my face bouncin'.
Stationed out in Space Mountain.
Niggas wouldn't think I had stress.
Bringin' Butterfingers when I'm thrown breaks I can't catch...hand up a blouse.
My mom told me keep plants in the house. My asthmatic demands
Just turned a gram to an ounce. I branched out.
Cash avalanche of massive amounts.
You're assed out if you can't count [I will find out].
Yo, let me find out my term paper wordplay
Could make a nerd turd from a self-assessed survey.
Velvety skin, I come for tablecloth per se.
Learnin' curve graded absurd, I earned my surname.
You heard it first.
I'm so trayb I created new words that the people in the Burgh say.
Dirt never hurt, rock a clean shirt and jeans from last Thursday.
Holy fuck, I found a $20. Check the mating call.
Played the cards right, Nevada never had such a gambler.
Fuckin' panhandler's pants, they can't handle this.
A block away from Oakland Ave., I smashed Pamela's.
Damage to the coffee cans, not a chance in hell.
Vills pre-enact the rapture. I'm actually not a rapper.
Matter fact, go back to my old shit. I told niggas
That the cold beef medallions molded from a gold brick.
Hide your crown. Clown.