//Hook//
Bitch, real G's move in silence like lasagna
People say I'm borderline crazy, sorta kinda
Woman of my dreams, I don't sleep, so I can't find her
You bitches are gelatin, peanuts to an elephant
I got through that sentence like a subject and a predicate
//Verse By: Murk-Merk//
Let me cook, I'll heat you up like pasta
Bullets knocked off his spaghetti, and I took that boy's lasagna.
Then I t-bagged him because that's my persona.
Conquered and slaughtered this entire entendre and all ya
Because that's the mantra when I come back to conjure
Like The Grude was there to haunt ya, sipping Vodka
And public drunkenness finna be the reason I get locked up
But fuck the cops 'cause I don't give a shit about orderly misconduct!
//Hook//
Bitch, real G's move in silence like lasagna
People say I'm borderline crazy, sorta kinda
Woman of my dreams, I don't sleep, so I can't find her
You bitches are gelatin, peanuts to an elephant
I got through that sentence like a subject and a predicate
short song
