M$.WORLDTOUR

I know niggas cutthroat just like a chicken Now they sittin' in them cages for all them days they out there sinnin Yeah, you know they ran down and hit that bitch up in his biscuit (Yo, Pash, you been trippin' on them hoes) Countin money cause I like racks and I like cheese This bitch ask me why I talk like this, I speak in Guamanese And I ain't worried about no bitch, I'm stressin' out by lawyer fees Stood Tall In Every situation, though I ain't never cop no pleas I try to tell that bitch that I'm a Kool-Aid Back kid We bippin' through the city, we runnin' round just like the bad kids Ask me what I want, I say a honey bun like a fat kid She ask me why I'm starin' at her titties because the rack's big I was chillin' with this lil' yucket', she got on top of me I told the bitch to take her bra off and let your knockers free her titties bouncin' round up on the board just like Monopoly I had to let her know she not my ho, so why you clockin' me I had to let her go cause I ain't like the way she boppin' me I get it from my pop, kick bitches out, I got it honestly I'm lyin' to these bitches, I don't feel bad by my honesty I don't bite my tongue if the sex ass, I'm speakin' honestly Today my niggas runnin' a striker in a shit fishbowl Creepin' up real slow, get the blastin' out that window You would think he had a silencer, how he tiptoe The way he bendin', he hanging half way out the window I can show you how I flip a pack and then get to some cheese I can show you how I make some racks and then go flip a bean I can show you how I, I can show you how I, I can show you how I Snow fall off, feel like Franklin, I'ma let you know I'm not a saint, I paint the scene white, how I let shit snow This bitch keep talkin' out her ass, I told her let shit blow She constipated, need a leg stiff just to let shit go How the f*ck she try to say she love me when she f*ck me like a groupie High as shit off all this gas, feel like a crank it off a roofie, huh What? Lil' bitch just tell me what you need Franklin Saint I'm feedin' a poor, lil' bitch just tell me what you see Do you see me bein' dead or see me goin' up to the top Broski told me keep on runnin' with this shit, never stop I need some jeans or more pockets so I can carry around these knots Multi-verses, I feel like Green Goblin, his face is on the clock I like a bad bitch who keep it classy like she Jaylanie I like my bitches different flavors, but love my Puerto Rican Mami's Doin' world tours, I told them groupie bitches, come and find me They get influences from skrilla, niggas out there servin' zombies Come put a ring around your hand, hit somethin' like a halo With a bad bitch, my feet up while I count caseloads All my niggas slidin' in the trenches All my niggas slidin' in the trenches I like a bad bitch who keep it classy like she Jaylanie I like my bitches different flavors, but love my Puerto Rican mami's Doin' world tours, I told them groupie bitches, come and find me Nigga, the Florence system's killer, niggas out there servin' zombies Niggas talking like they winning' we know you ain't got racks Brodie had too stash up 50K, he did in a flash He goin' in like Barry Allen, I don't think he can't be his man