Sour Punch Kids

Marc Boomin, this you? Hot as hell in the whip Riding with three pistols I just blew a nigga crib Up with three missiles Riding in a Scat Pack Look like a green pickle I drink red, lame niggas sip green liquor I just rode through yo hood And you wasn't in it I can't meet you for the sauce You gotta come get it This a baby Draco with a drum in it Hit her from the back, she keep saying "Put yo thumb in it" Talking 'bout fighting Do I look like Triple H? I'ma let this Glock punch You like a middleweight Been on the road for two Days and I'm still awake I ain't hopping out my bag 'less I'm hopping in some pape Feel like Tim Duncan I been scoring in the bank I ain't a shrimp but it's Sitting on my dinner plate Time is money, I refuse to be a minute late Quon pulled up with a 40 Looking for some pistol play Got a piece for every puzzle but You hoes still a mystery Left my old bitch in the past, history I done jugged another granny off the trickery Real slimeball Pray that God don't see the sin in me I don't know what you thought But it's not this My shooter wear glasses, dawg He will not miss He couldn't start out wide receiver How he drop shit Swear to God I love Chase, I just pop six Made two in one play, boy I really made a ten game breaker on, boy I'm finna break the rim Thirty day grind, I ain't finna get a She ask who I am Told that lil' bitch I'm him Skinny-ass nigga Still was flexing in the gym Jumped in with the sharks I ain't know how to swim White bitch, big booty, bro Almost called her "Kim" I'll let them 223s go and Rip through his limbs Bitches see me out in traffic like, "Damn That's really him" Fifty for a eighth, bitch I'm smoking on Chemdawg Get yo bitch off my balls This some super Cookie Got me bouncing off the walls Lil' bitch bugging I'ma spray her with the OFF! Pass dawg a map, brodie out here looking lost I f*ck up the mall You still worried about the cost ShittyBoyz broke? Bitch, that's false