And murdered him, but stand your ground on hot blocks,
Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box
Unconstitutional shit just like road blocks
Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks
Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box
One day it'll rise like stocks and burn up fucking city blocks.
Try and pull me over, i will not stop
But hows this, your the laughing stock
More props. r.i.p., my poor pops
Burning hot shots rippin through blocks
Pistol rippin through the blocks
Watching for hollow-tip shots
Moms really getting mad when i call you that
Like a chick,get a whole new stock of tamphons and pad.
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