Its a war with the enemy
I ain't got no money,
When i say your garbage, leave your brain with a big blockage
Jazz talkin, i bet i pick and roll with your bitch
Just like a cannon from the teen in nick
I'm a sick kid, i'll hit quick, swing with my big dick
I only proved your a dick
Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic
No money, power, or drugs,
Stack up your funds like a million bucks
I got it mixed up with a big slut suckin' dick with the hiccups
Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks
I got your mom yellin,"why you hit it and quit it,"
Yea i’m on that ball shit, boy you with that soft shit
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