Hey yo I hate that mofo he ain’t got no flow
That’s what they say
Yeah I know you know he know you know I know
That’s what they say
Heard he hit my B.M. in a tinted B.M.
That’s what they say
Uh
Gonna kill him when I see him
Swear to God I can beat him
That’s what they say

Hey yo Sicilian stallion
Al Green madallions
Philly cream cheese pilin’
Crockodile stylin’
Chinchillin’ straight faced or smilin’
Chicks got the raps like sniffin’ columns
I wile on weekends pimp on work nights
Three or four hours of sleep
I’ll be alright
Break night if it’s worth it won’t hurt shit
Her friends down plus tight 10 o’clock sounds perfect
Watch Sinat work it popped up late on purpose
Figured broads take long hadda find where her perse is
Draw her face on match shoes with blouses
No directions don’t care where ya house is
Laid back big Blade tracks blazin’ a sack
Yanked up fly as fuck V.I.P. in the back
I freeze both hands crusty wait for the flash
Snap shots poppin’
Face in the zinegamag

Hey yo I hate that mofo he ain’t got no flow
That’s what they say
Yeah I know you know he know you know I know
That’s what they say
Heard he hit my B.M. in a tinted B.M.
That’s what they say
Uh
Gonna kill him when I see him
Swear to God I can beat him
That’s what they say

Fast as the pen move I can lace that shit
Or even off the top make it spontanious
Yalls fresh fish
Sorta Sponge Bobbish
My broads stay wet cause they bobbin’ for dick
Yall make a buncha noise but ain’t botherin’ shit
Timin’ all off like knock off Jake-eps
Watch Sinat pop like Mic Jagger lips
I got that Jaguar flow plus the whips British
Yous a bid-dish shid-it get back on ya cell phone
Come on homes you ain’t got no peeps at home
Even if you did they ain’t holdin’ no chrome
Just barfly thugs livin’ in they moms home
Pickin’ up young jawns
Getting’ drunk at chrome
I’m crunker then a ma’fucka mackin’ madd hoes
Money’s like titties
Hey yo I’m tryin’ grab those
Weighin’ out my options
Plottin’ how to go

Hey yo I hate that mofo he ain’t got no flow
That’s what they say
Yeah I know you know he know you know I know
That’s what they say
Heard he hit my B.M. in a tinted B.M.
That’s what they say
Uh
Gonna kill him when I see him
Swear to God I can beat him
That’s what they say

Woooh
Gotta just do me
Feels so right that’s right that’s the real me
Baggy to classy ashy to icey
Fu’gazy nah the pinky’s pricey
One step at a time gotta focus on shit
Told em’ take it slow now he runnin’ the sprint
Watch Sinat squint and read the fine print
If not this get dicked like Sprint bills
If yalls big Wills why you not flippin’ bills
Try and stay high why you splittin’ pills
Ya flow’s blue xaney mines O.C. eighty
With the coatin’ ripped off broke the time release
So fly don’t even gotta rhyme out this piece
One lil’ glance understand he the man
Even on bands transform to big fans
Spin the wrist band
Ice drip like ya sweat glands

Hey yo I hate that mofo he ain’t got no flow
That’s what they say
Yeah I know you know he know you know I know
That’s what they say
Heard he hit my B.M. in a tinted B.M.
That’s what they say
Uh
Gonna kill him when I see him
Swear to God I can beat him
That’s what they say

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