Shasta (feat. Mark Battles)

I burn the clutch out the spider That's a .458 And you can never jack the sauce, playboy, that's DNA I'm certified in the city, put respect on my gang Cause I got all my dogs with me, I don't chat with the strays Seven tailored suits in my closet, that's Canasta Smokin' out the peaches at the telly in Atlanta They know that I'm all about my bucks like I'm in Tampa Styrofoam the cups, mix the purple with the Shasta Curly-headed devil I might take your angel dancin Went on down to Georgia Turned the city to a panic I'm a lover boy Little gangster, little romantic Breaking laws in traffic Their scanner showin' static That's a loaded Smith & Wesson When I was a jit I learned my player shit from Preston Ain't no logos when I'm dressin We don't fall in love with all that fake shit you impressed with I burn the clutch out the spider That's a .458 And you can never jack the sauce, playboy, that's DNA I'm certified in the city, put respect on my gang Cause I got all my dogs with me, I don't chat with the strays Seven tailored suits in my closet, that's Canasta Smokin' out the peaches at the telly in Atlanta They know that I'm all about my bucks like I'm in Tampa Styrofoam the cups, mix the purple with the Shasta Ayy, bout my bucks like it's Tampa Bay Just bagged a Spanish Mami Met her out in Santa Fe She let me knock it out the park like the Atlanta Braves Can't blame the coach if you broke It's bout who ran the plays This ain't Santa's sleigh But I'm glidin' bitch We was all born broke Now I'm dyin' rich Like a scientist, no limit to what I can mix Yes, I admit Leave them hurt Zion, bitch I burn the clutch out the spider That's a .458 And you can never jack the sauce, playboy, that's DNA I'm certified in the city, put respect on my gang Cause I got all my dogs with me, I don't chat with the strays Seven tailored suits in my closet, that's Canasta Smokin' out the peaches at the telly in Atlanta They know that I'm all about my bucks like I'm in Tampa Styrofoam the cups, mix the purple with the Shasta I burn the clutch out the spider That's a .458 And you can never jack the sauce, playboy, that's DNA I'm certified in the city, put respect on my gang Cause I got all my dogs with me, I don't chat with the strays