WTP

What's the point man Tell me what's the point Imma rolll myself a joint Then get straight to the point You Can't guard me I'm like irving when I'm moving on the beat Cross over leave a nigga two stepping in this bitch Have my target Pin location I'm not missing in this bitch Had to calculate the distance My coordinates are missing Pvt is my position I can never share check Put this money in my vest Now I'm looking at the share All the commas that I dreamed about are coming to fruition Man my energy is different I'm more focused on my mission Salut to 2$ Eyes red Mind blown At peace But I'm still ready for war Using remains as my weapons While I sharpening this femur I be smoking on sativa Now my mind is more alert For war platoon of full of smoke Hot box the unit Sargent caught a contact Now his eyes are changing colours Camouflaged inside the smoke Foot steps are super quiet You can hear a rizzlar hit the floor The femur slice like a katana Super smooth like Rama posad ebutta