Shit hard like crack, nigga
Flip cards, all black, nigga
Shit hard like crack, nigga
Flip cards, all black, nigga
Platinum ratchets, dirt bikes weavin’ through traffic
Twist the cheeba, my bitch whip the two-seater
Grip the nina, live by the marina, hyena
Shout-out my lawyer, Bob Kalina, I beat cases
Move shapeless, Cuban barber, revolver
Smooth legwear, alligator headband
Money wrapped in bands, my mans is bubbling grams
I look like Birdman when rubbin’ his hands
Persian housekeeper, squeeze street sweepers
You’ll find shells from the streets, it’s like Easter
Wild Kingdom, the concrete version – perversions
I’ve got a way with words, it’s disturbing
It’s a burden, so many bitches it’s a whirlwind
The blow soft like girl skin…
The world I’m in, sterling with the fin
The coloured tint, my gun come with a twin, gotta tuck ‘em in
Curb your bitch, she ’bout a buck ten
That’s a lightweight, a mean shoe made of white snake
I wear a hardhat in the booth, I’m blue collar
My flow’s smooth like the behind on a toddler
Twirl the ganga while I ponder, and let the hoes wander
Shit hard like crack, nigga
Flip cards, all black, nigga
Shit hard like crack, nigga
Flip cards, all black, nigga
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