Holly-Hood-Nikka

Tryna read a script to a hood nigga You gone get shook lunch money for a hood nigga Slit throat, throat f*ck that's a hood nigga Infamy over misery that's a hood nigga Wish you would nigga Wish you really would Wish a bitch would stick to my wood nigga I'm the opposite of Robin Hood nigga Light blinkers gas meters teeter On E turn a block for a dick eater Tight sphincter naw cause the pussy sweeter Granny house hide-away with the old heater Out front 92' school black Beemer Thank God momma took me to the suburbs Wise words make sense when you know the words Aint scur'd cause the skr't ain't my type of work Les the skirt got ass an a crop shirt Panty liners jetliners recliners Old-timers spitting gems on Budweiser That's why I cop the Rolex with the face finder It's my time fall back for I have to find ya GPS GPS Where to next where to next Red alert I detect ops point the tech Got Boba Fett instincts don't you fret Miss my mark I haven't yet Got my start I haven't yet Push the cart and shop for beats Mixtape mixtape brand new heat If not today I'm here next week Next to die the feelings bleak CPT one wary morning Pop Pop Pop Pop Ahh