top let back

ay

we're still on the g5

baby

we're riding smooth

don't get it fucked up

next stop: b-more!

bad boy

the block

your boy los

check it out

ay

i've got my o's fitted low

got my white tee fresh

my caprice hangs way down

to my nike checks

i've got money on my mind

big pimping in my veins

if i was leaning any harder

i'd be limping with a cane

rocking on them bitches

aviating on them digits

niggas ain't believable

they're like flavor and deelishis

i've got flavor

it's delicious

i've got different flavored bitches

that got different flavored bitches

that whip different flavored benzes

i'm a cocky lil' bastard

and these bitches

got the flow mastered

rappers picking cotton

cotton picking rappers

keep on try to flip me backwards

till i pop and clip that 'matic

at your top and hit your attic

knock your attic in the basement

when i pop the 'mat and blaze it

and leave you slumped over like an addict in the basement

i'm trynna' get a full court added to my basement

and take a vacation

the same place went

had it with this fake shit

they acting like bitchat-ches

i guess it's just me

i just

gotta keep my v topless

old school with them

flow so sick i need doctors

swagger jackers hold me hostage

nigga please give me my dick

back to the future

you can quote this and borrow

i'm so ahead of rappers that i wrote this tomorrow

i'm a motherfucking mountain

you're a anthill

your whole body couldn't get one leg of my pants filled

i'm the headache they couldn't solve with aleve

you ain't balling with a broke ankle

you're grant hill

i do this at will

call me young stack skrill

all my raps ill

like nash' where they

and that's real

i kill these kids if they glance

now they're 'bout to meet defeat

like the kid 'n play dance

i know i keep you thinking

that was the dance where your feet were meeting

i'm out this bitch

g5!