Listen
Noel
I write to relieve my stress, smoke to ease my mind
You a fool to think that I don't work hard man, I am on God's time
Only have one life, I will live to my best ability
Give my town a name but not in vein for all the southern small town nice to see
It's not hard to see whose there for me
I'm in the hills, fuck Beverly
What's best for you ain't best for me
I'm made up of an old school recipe
I'm a three-fifty-one stroked out to max
And I'm four-oh-eight with that wack a pack
And I stack the racks and I flip the switch
Bitch I'm diesel gang I'll steal your bitch
I am the sound, onomatopoeia
I forget the rest, fuckin' amnesia
Spice up the game with some fresh paprika
I stay cool lada, first name pina
Hold up dropping in four-low and go slow
Need merchandise I got a boat load
Trapped in my mind like a fucking snow globe
Hopped on the beat but I ain't a tow hoe
Good idea, get higher than a ridge top
Walkin' might sound like a rainbow flip flop
Pick up the slack then I tic my tak
And I'm fresher than 'em in an organic pack
Bail on these bitches, hay in my stack
And I played my cards like my jack is black
Measured you up, you gon' retract
And you for the birds, you flappy flappy
You a sappy bitch, I ain't havin' this
And I got my cape call me Haderis
So come down from there young Lazarus
Or get fucked up by my hitcher's switch
I got an itch, I got a hunch
I'm on my grind and I'm on my crunch
I'm coming for everyone of you motherfuckers that made fun of me everyday when I bought myself to lunch, uh
Girl, one girl, one white girl from the cut
This is to all my friends, and to all my chicks that think that they is stuck
Well you're not stuck you is just like me in a sense
All the single moms that paid that rent
All them pretty ladies with money well spent
To all that hustle in their own defense
You a bad bitch, you a savage, nothin' lackin'
Oh my God you fine you the whole damn package
Takin' the world and puttin' female back in
Exploding these dudes, we radioactive
We slappin' no cappin'
Make the beat dirty clean it up with a napkin
Do it for my girls that's why y'all rappin'
Haters in the back are y'all still laughin', okay
I was choppin' through the game, mane
Female gettin' change change
I stole your bitch now I give your chick brain, damn
Don't know with the gang gang
You a you a lame lame
I just want my baby for the money and the fame wait
??? chicken for the breasts and the thigh too
Hundred dollar dash tell my ex bitch bye
Tell my new chick "Hi" now my ex bitch mad
And I told her trash bag get Glad not mad
Pull up and I make the engine two-step
Wanna challenge me, I'm like boo back
Ain't another motherfucker so ruthless
Two shots to the face now you're toothless
You can back it up back it up make the beat beat
White girl so cold on the fuckin' trap beat
I be gettin' bread you some old cold deli meat
Candy on the paint loud then it on a sweet treat
You be on the cable make you laugh like Larry
Oh lord hold up I'm puttin' in reverse Terry
I'm sick call me dairy like lactose intolerant
Swingin' on the green bitch call me fuckin' Bagger Vans
You move to much you got ants in your pants
All this rap shit fake like breast implants
Go Bo go, put it in fourth gear
Blow smoke on they ass and pass them queers
Zoom zoom rap make room for the Carolina girl that makes boss moves
That flips them dollars that stacks her chips
While your girlfriend says "babe just the tip," uh
I'm the man nah I'm the man
Man shut the fuck up I'm dirty Dan
Two colt fourty-fives hot in my hand
Six rounds in the chamber I'm uncle Sam
I stay in a place where no one can find me
Back off the grid deep in them pine trees
Run Forrest run, better run a little faster
Get caught up in a field with a hash slicker slasher, bitch!
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