Airmax 97'

Glock unlocked and cock Top pop a top for animosity Hoochies throw me coochie See I'm Fendi from my head to feet Bending corners riding slabs In the 96' Caprice Keep that stab don't play me bad So that means don't you f*ck with me I see them fools be looking At my ice and price so shife Don't run into your danger Chamber take your fucking life I'm waking 5'9 stick and move 155lb Move like Silverfox when got A nickel plated 45 Come bring me to my demise I ain't even telling lies See how beat the murder cases Like Roy Cohn is still alive Before I eat my breakfast Pack now strap my MAC-11 Slip in them Air Max 9-7's MAC reads, "Who wan go to heaven?" You know what talkin bout? Chopping blades still in the South New Gitty playa from the Himalaya 12 golds in my mouth Gitano GT momo wood knocking beats Sun shine hit my rims It look like ninja stars While I'm dressed McQueen on recliner Smoking marijuana you bopper Your skeez hit her knees Cause splashing in designer Labels hear this work of art If ain't bout mills can't sign him I ain't on the run But run it up hotel Rwanda Tomorrow riding elbows Weekend skating Dayton's Objects in mirror closer than appear Don't meet your maker Aye fool wits happnin? Keep your plastic packing Don't you pull a 2-15 Kalakash blow your back in Mashing no compassing Still no comparison Blasting if you try jacking Cause ain't no fear in him Smoking out pouring up Draped up and dripped out Smoked out loced out Without a app still cash out Waving maintaining My language turns persuasion Swiggity swangin biggitty banging Ocean Funk replayed it Smoke trees constantly Green cœptis call big kitty Need me franks and 50's Drop the top my new coupé Showing titties love to use my blicky In my Tommy draws I tuck my grippy This the inner city where the skinny ride My waist on litty ponta I got'cha Super soak slip slide ya Diamonds bark Rottweilers Shine like snipe scopes you hassa Kick in your door off the shit Gun with the reach Scotty Pippen Autotune the grip just fixed the speech Means 'quip the silencer Add you to my hit list Make moves off Chinese calendars Aim on Carl Pierre bitch See you ain't got no style in ya I can call collect scoop up the Techs Make sure lay you to rest I won't leave a mess top shot Next in your back exit your flesh Roll weed in roses Yurple got me ghostin Get more skin than lotion Hit twice then hocus pocus No stylist my closet With horses not Roman Icy muzzle playing tag Hit you it leave you frozen I keep it in motion Like I ain't even calling calls I ball til I fall extendo reach you Like long distant calls You don't wan nome huh You ain't for none huh? You load that hammer pa? Greet it like, "Qué pasa" You don't wan none huh You ain't for none huh? You load that hammer pa? Greet it like, "Qué te pasa"