Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip
Yo rhymes are so cold here's a jacket.
I'm going up the snow without being zipped by a jacket
While you mothafuckas waiting, i be off the slave ship
And get a hall pass for this class-act shit
Fidgeting with the hem on his jacket,
Got mad rhymes that's in a strech jacket
No less profit, themed when we drop shit
Harder niggas try to hate me, they be lovin’ this side
Leather seats in that ride from the streets with that pride
The first one, i pull turns you into severed leather,
Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her
The director, host is my agenda, italian leather
Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir
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