Heard screams after all the heaters was blasting
Ass smackin, dope motherfucker on Madvillain
I'm back in this bitch
Eyes lower than bad bitches
In hells kitchen, cooking up a batch of some fried chicken
Her eyes glisten
Tell her I got some wax in the backseat
Been doin' this since I started handling mad trees
So don't get it twisted, like I'm bout to be gettin'
Aw shit, his flows sicker than a nauseous edition
Rocking classic Chuck Taylor's
All these bitches wanna kick it
Got 3 or 4 riding when I'm floating through the city
And I'm usually focused
But tonight I'm just coasting
Got the windows rolled down
And she feeling the motion
Steady puffing the potent
She don't care where we're going
Long as she get dicked down in the heat of the moment
Got the heater, keeps him toasty while I'm chilling in the cut
Got your girl up on my lap and I'm just tryna get a nut
Got a fifth of Grey Goose and sour in the blunt
And all these n***as getting mad, but homie I dont give a fuck
I dont give a fuck
Said if you wanna talk some shit
Look at these bodies piled up
I be riding through the city with my rider in the cut
Slide up on the scene like "N***a, fuck with us."
Like n***a fuck with us..
All of you whack ass TC rappers couldn't touch this
I'll leave your bars in garbage cans next to where the crust is
I bust shit, bust shit
All my n***as rushed in
This that hit a lick and throw it all up in the trunk shit
Just a little different but these fuckers will admit
This shit is fuckin doper than getting a brick for christmas
So get your suit and tie cus we bout to give you the business
So vicious
Get up c'mon get down with the sickness
Oooh..