As we sail vikings look from the heavens and hail
But i come on the weekends, pablo jail
Raps as fat as thunder thighs, yet my cash is undersized
Really though i'm lebron, really don't got my mind
When i get my hands on nines
Sethered your spine, your movement lines
The way i drop your spine like i got maestro's touch
I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch
Push you into an old lady bagging plastic
Spine into the digit.. six, he's gone sick,
I know you get lonely when i ain’t home, on the road
Get booty set sail on coast inhale no choke exhale no smoke no joke...
Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice
Gashed his eyes/slashed his thighs/so fast he dies
I travel through your mind into your spine like siren drills
Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets
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