Old
Baddest, I'm back at this I serve
Clarkson guests, I pack a heat in the
vest
My nigga ish I'm a
T, equal slugs in your chest
So you vest legit,
nigga we wild like the west
We flex, we flex,
trick bitch can suck a dick
Heads can split,
classical ass wits for niggas who talk shit
I'm lettin' my nine split,
I'm always on the grind, bitch
Mo' baddest, back at this
Niggas thought I gave up the
motherfuckin' rhymin'
But back in the ass for another fuck
Would I give you, nigga?
You better duck!
Well, it's them killers that rhyme,
and fuck the hoes
You might see me rollin' the convertible rose
I washed off my dick,
cause I fucked your bitch
I'm underground, baby,
and won't ever switch
So excellent and accurate,
like a sharpshooter kilo -shoppin'
O .Z.
Choppin', this is for the niggas
who be real with they shit
Hoe -ass niggas so ill -legit,
I just want the clock cash and rock the mic
It ain't the devil's son -in -law or
Dolemite
I got a hoe in
Atlanta, say she funked the five
Bitch pussy so big, she nationwide
Boy, I tell you motherfuckers
in the world ain't shit
So many fake motherfuckers,
they counterfeit
What you sayin', boy?
You wanna get with me?
Big bank take little bank
You still ain't shit to me
You still ain't shit to me
You still ain't shit to me
You still ain't shit to me
Well it's the microphone master
Crashin' the party
Swearin' on the freeway
Drunk off
Bacardi
You better get your bitch
Cause I'm a hog about it
And if you think I fucked a bitch
Don't doubt it
I still who them bigs in the hood
on the regular
Million dollar deal,
making moves on my cellular
I don't give a fuck if your hoe
don't dance I always wear
Adidas, screaming, fuck yo man
It's the
T, it's the
T, motherfucker, it's
T I'm down with
Moe
White and
Master
M -I -N -D
Copping a quarter key from the police,
I flee
Buzzing shots at my enemies
Cause you bitches ain't shit to me