i'm on his top

i got him! i got him! he right here in my visual

i spot him! i spot him! like a scene in my periphreal

i was fixin ta

drop him

and send his ass to the hospital

pop him

pop him

and put his ass in critical

but i switched up my whole little program

for some apparent reason the gun jammed

but i'm glad my 50 calibre didn't speak

cause i heard he had a baby in the car seat

caught him inside of the club the followin week

beat him down to the white meat hoe!

paws and claws

fingers and feet

nighty night nigga

go to sleep beotch!

i'm on his top we on his top

all you gotta do is speak up if you want some

i run in the crowd in a hoodie by my lonesome

get on his top

merk me - that's what they callin it

get on his top! that's what the topic is

the fuzz

the feds

tryin to decode our slanguages

we thugs

knuckleheads

doin damages in mannishness

with worlds of hella respect for o.g.'s

but some o.g.'s be bullies

which ain't fly today

i'll fly ya head with this k

i look up to you mayne

but don't get in my way

put your head on a stick and put it on a tray

cook a motherfucker

souflee

but the o.g. been active since '89 and

clap the lil' nigga

flatline beotch!

he got some bread in his pocket and he feelin like a champ

on a smartphone

talkin dumb to his tramp

she sick of him partyin

hangin out with the groupies

comin home smellin like liquor and coochie

cold part about it? his bitch is a cutie

a nice lil' put together

a big ass booty!

hella niggaz be gettin at her

he ain't doin his duty

she horny

her pussy hot

hella moist and gooey

she say screw him!" she wanna screw me!