Doc Pop of WIYF:
Eyes set on this Corvette, 13 for the ticket
I'm trying to get it, shit I'm finna get it, cuz I'm finna get it, yes I'ma be with it nigga
Is you with it, or are you a critic?
You can get dismissed for fucking with digits, you dig it?
This trill shit, admit it nigga, tired of poor pimping
That's why I'm changing up positions, '94 'Vette with the pistons
With two seats, fit four in it, get your bitch to fuck all my niggas
When I get right I'ma take care of all my niggas, one call my nigga, end it all my nigga
Live raw my nigga, ready for war my nigga, Afghan in the blunt or the Raw my nigga
187, Samuel Jackson
It's a target on your jacket let me know what's happening
It don't matter where you at nigga they still got axes
Little known fact, perfect don't come from practice
187, Samuel Jackson
It's a target on your jacket let me know what's happening
It don't matter where you at nigga they still got axes
Little known fact, perfect don't come from practice
Yoaty of WIYF:
I'm at war with my vices, siphon 'em out
Life is a garden and weeds gon sprout
But I bang, bang, bang, sugar cane in my mouth
What the fuck you mean? Get slain in the South
Your bitch in first chair? Pipe in her mouth
Politely but spitefully striking her spout
Cuz you think you on, nigga 187
Molotov's thrown til your soul's released
I done gave you the seeds
Now you can grow roses or you can grow weeds
It's strictly your choice how you shall proceed
I done washed my hands let me drink O.E
I got plans to get loaded, riding on the low with a ho, I'm a pluck that lotus
Finna pop that cork to all of them bottled emotions
Sol:
23 years worth of dimes for my thoughts brah, and I got
23 years worth of crimes I ain't been caught for, and I got
23 years worth silence I done thought of, and I got
Niggas on the ring, if need be, to come see me discretely
Elite team, smite a nigga quick despite defeat, delete thee, talk or tweet beef
Cuz talk is cheap, I bust a nigga open like I'm on TV with Paula Deen
See I'm off the beat but I'm on my shit
Walk 6'3 til I'm obsolete
You a common thief, a wannabe
Generic as the pills at the pharmacy
Him in Gen. Pop. like a comedy
Corny to the grit, hominy
Rocketry is my policy, quality parallel to my quantity
See the artistry is in harmony with the logic, which carries on constantly
I am longingly, you a novelty
This a homicide, you call police
Before they done interrogating
I got a snowflake to fall through, and post a nigga bond for me
I'm a molecule, they bond to me
Is it the modesty or something bodily?
They call me Boo, baby, I love you
Majesty, or Your Sovereignty
I just sit back, relax, thrax out
Practice on rolling this botany
Doc Pop:
187, Samuel Jackson
It's a target on your jacket let me know what's happening
It don't matter where you at nigga they still got axes
Little known fact, perfect don't come from practice
187, Samuel Jackson
It's a target on your jacket let me know what's happening
It don't matter where you at nigga they still got axes
Little known fact, perfect don't come from practice