Ayy, ShittyBoyz, Dog$hit militia Long live $cam, R.I.P. Chris You hear him skippin´, huh
Ayy, I´m with the Catch-A-Hat crew, you gotta hear the fitted I´m quick to pimp a soda, you would think the kid Xzibit Hoppin´ dick to dick, you gotta know these bitches ribbit (Haha) I hope you don´t think we got buttas just to pistol whip ´em Two hundred shots and half a ticket, it´s just me and Von Dude the Moissanite maniac, I see S.I Zaga loud as 3F5, told her suck it, DX vibes All that playin´ ´til he hooked up to a bunch of cords just like a PS5 (Brr) That´s the money phone My lil´ blood got more B´s than a honeycomb Bein´ broke a joke, you must´ve snapped your funny bone (Haha)
P-U-A, he had paper glitches, where his money go? (Nyah) What the fuck? Bitch, you let me paint your face, how I´m the bozo? Finna bust the Yacht Master just to show ´em how the showboats Shit, I stack it dolo, spend it dolo, count it dolo, you know DSM, I bend and broke the leash, the bitches call me Cool Joe If you know, you know, but if you don´t, uh-oh (Uh-oh) I can´t see with all the Zaga Zion gun smoke Ain´t go to prom, I would´ve Wockified the punchbowl (Ah) He was prom king, but now he just a cuss though (Ha-ha)
She was prom queen, but now she just a bust though (Ha-ha) He used to tattle-tale in school, now he a undo (Nyah) Yo life really only worth a bowl of gumbo Go ahead and shoot your shot, you gotta know my ho Mutombo, ShittyBoyz
All through the ´Raq, I´m actin´ up, I´m like a city boy I got a foregrip on the front with a button, this a silly toy If I ain´t have a chain, I´ll make you give me yours I just made a million dollars, but that ain´t shit ´cause I need plenty more Damn, I thought the song stopped
I showed your bitch my chain and then her thongs dropped I almost put it in her ass, damn, that´s the wrong spot All my songs fire, all of yours not I need to go back to the store, I got the wrong pop This my homie gun, but I got my own Glock I don´t go to niggas hood, I got my own block Uh, we don´t need to buy no car, we got our own lot Shoot that nigga in his body till his bones lock We shot him twenty feet away, boy, that´s a long shot We not talkin´ NBA, boy, that´s the wrong Top Uh, this is not a ARP, boy, this a long chop I would not get in that V if it ain´t fast shit Bitch, I act the way I act ´cause I ain´t never had shit
She say, "Von, do you love me?" Not a tad bit Me and Tron just pulled eight, we with some fine shit Damn, we on the two man Why this nigga talkin´? He can´t even show me two bands Chop so big, I had to shoot that bitch with two hands If I can do this shit, my nigga, you can That nigga ran up on me, hit his ass with a hadouken Uh, he dropped a diss on ´em, that cost him two friends You say you see the opps, lil´ nigga, shoot, then He came inside at 2, and then he died around like 2:10
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