Salad Bowl

Riding round in that Billy Dee old school what you talking bout Sub woofers on sour D's, too loud for your mama house Young boy wit a lot of dreams got screwed up like swisher house All I want is a lot of cream little Debbie out the trap house I ain't touch no major keys still the best when the summers out They can have summer 19 as long my checks clear when the summers out Start a riot with my two chains Kick game on Lu Cain Wrist look like a glow stick when we night ride in that Bruce Wayne I'm gone, zooming, fresher than I've ever been Stunting is a habit so I guess that makes me veteran Hating is your problem, I'm the topic of the talk again Half a dollar to my name I hustle more than many men Good God I'm gracious Whipping dope in a pale now, ghetto niggas eating kale now Well well now, well well now Eyes bloodshot, run buck shots Big guns they deer hunt, hoody season, don't fear none Better Kriss Kross, that's jump jump, or low duck Get dumped on, nigga dump trucks My Unc gone and I'm amped up Cut corners and turnips Slang dusk shrooms need mushroom Riding in this fresh green, whatever nigga Cucumbers, lettuce nigga Orange seats, they leather nigga Top off, it's severed nigga No friends, no failure nigga Nothing else compares to Indeux sermons We taking turns in bridge burning Lord keep us away from these bad omens I'm praying over my meal cause, we ill cuz God see our way to a mill cuz, what's the dill