Santa Cruz Shredder

Loud in my Santa Cruz Break it down bitch we rolling Know that I got it My niggas we don’t stop scrolling D’usse colada And my spliff buss like pinatas Niggas be talking checking temperatures Bitch who hotter Running laps on niggas Breathing room breaking Out da box my nigga Can’t box this nigga I box these niggas Run a circle round ‘em X box these niggas OKAY Keep it real imma PS nigga Shawty tryna play with my penis nigga Kill ‘em dey gon mourn Dey gon grieve a nigga Put em on a screen like SONY nigga Brooklyn to Queens So NY nigga Son Ice nigga, I’m cold my nigga Move the N over I’m so nice nigga How many times can a nigga say nigga got damn Fresher than a tic tac, car fully loaded So it come with da knick knacks Joint in back packed Silenced but it still got a kick back Don’t get knocked back aye She Playing with the dick so long Had tell her give the stick back Lot of ya trash I think y’all should ditch rap I’m from NY so I don’t really say cap But if it rhyme imma throw it in a nice rap Like niggas think’ they better but that’s cap Fronting like they really got it nigga big cap Hair free so it black tee no cap If I’m rocking it’s a fitted or trap cap I got the bounce I got the recipe None these niggas can compare or f*ck with me I got my foot in the game Now you stuck with me Kicking my feet up I do this shit comfortably Smoking da gas, Belaire Brut for the bubbly Wifey here just for company Hold it down, Give her piece of the company ah Loud in my Santa Cruz Break it down bitch we rolling Know that I got it My niggas we don’t stop scrolling D’usse colada And my spliff buss like pinatas Niggas be talking checking temperatures Bitch who hotter Tryna ball like espy, teste Tell me why would you test me Put ya bitch on a bus like Next B Kill this shit then I run up the next beat Hit ‘em in the head like vonage This shit hot like porridge And I got more in the storage And I got more in the storage I say they gassed like soda Tryna run the game Tell ‘em pass the controller Paper in my pockets Feeling like a folder Bitches getting wet They loving the poetry Bars with the flow Call it flowetry Spitting that wizardy Bitch im the wickedest Tell who sick as this Tell who wanna diss Extendo on the choppper Who want a clip In the gate with lions Who want a clip I got hella chips I get you dipped Scissor on the cord this shit is clipped Killing this shit Tom is weeping and crying Checking the pulse I know it’s dead Look in my eyes I’m seeing red Shit I’m tweaking like off of the meds Locked in I aint talking dreads Game of thrones put they head on a stick F*ck a headstone I’ll piss on dat shit You a little disrespectful ass bitch I’m in ya crib disrespecting ya shit Send my niggas to go run in ya shit Imma fill the body up with the clips Imma kill ‘em throw the Man f*ck it im done rapping