Sprite

Oh, mm-hmm, we gettin' groovy This kskii with a Z, hmm Got the limpton fucked around , I pour in a Sprite these hollow tips inside the clip, boy, why you playin' with your life Bubblegum kush, cookie cream, we gettin' high as a kite Fucked around, hit a bitch from the back, but she not my type Gave her what she tried to ride up on her dick like a bike, hmm But this dumb bitch tried to peddle You niggas out here smokin' dead carts and it tastes like metal This chop, pop, when it kick, you can call it Kettle Smokin' woods back to back to back, I think I had several Boy, why you sippin' on that shit, man, that shit terrible Nineteen kickin' black belts, man, this shit is bearable I put the flash to his face and I put some hair on him I'm trippin', out here gettin' money like a bill collector The bape T off the off-white so I can feel the weather He chargin' 50 for an 8th I had to smack the cellar Flash the flash on two cars so they can clash together All these hoes wanna see me, but I tell them never Bitch, I'm out here makin' money My dukes can't always feed me, I be gettin' hungry Cock the clip back on his face like we snapped a bungee My lil' yeah think I'm sweet, that's why she call me honey Slide, if I miss another shot, boy, you gettin' lucky We swingin' sticks in the air like we play lacrosse My Ted Teddy bear get bitches, but he can't talk The chopper chopped him in his leg, now he can't walk Leave the seen before 12 come, but we left the chalk I don't use Google Chrome, but I be havin' logs I don't talk about the shit you break down to try to stuff in And T walkin' in the door, he got the runts in this green bean got a mic kickin' at one spin One time I saw the hoes sippin' side the lunch bin I couldn't be a damn barbie, be the smack can Hmph, it'z kskii wit a z But don't forget the Z I'm out All hall collect mafia