SPIT

Hop on a microphone and I make nun' but hits Yo' tracks leave a bad taste in my mouth, I just spit They ain't have my size at Saks, I threw a fit I hear all that talk about this and that, that's cap, they all some fibs Yeah, yeah, we taking trips, trips overseas Bad bitch, and she on her knees She a freak, she a treesh, hollon' she eat up the meat If I was you, I'd go on your FLPs, huh, and press delete 2024, still got a pint of Act', I know they obsolete Want me to hop on a track? I want two thousand cash, just for the feat' Plug in my mic and my preset, carry you, and I'll do it awesomely (Hahaha, muhfucka' said awesomely, I'm done) I got a stanley cup, filled to the top with mud, bitch, what I got a brown paper rolled up, and its filled with straight bud Bitch, I'm in the fucking club throwin' ones and white hoes straight throwin' butt They like "Cee, stop fucking up yo lungs", I'm like "so what?" Thumbin' through so much paper, my thumbs got some damn papercuts Damn, that shit hurt Hop on a microphone and I make nun' but hits Yo' tracks leave a bad taste in my mouth, I just spit They ain't have my size at Saks, I threw a fit I hear all that talk about this and that, that's cap, they all some fibs