Proof94

Spinach, pasta, really want to cook it up High like rastas, I know that it's not enough No imposter bitch you know that it's not a bluff All that yadiyadi I ain't trynna hear that shit When we pull up with the squad, we be walking with a limp Baby Powder in my hand, I'm a motherfucking pimp If you really want to do it, better do it before it's too late I know that you bitches two-faced Got to keep a gram or two on my waist Brain-like a CPU This shit is about to race Got to put a mask on feeling like Jason That's the type of shit that got you feeling like a peasant Raging, raising hell in this bitch Lots of snakes in the grass cus they fell in the pit If you try to show me how you did it I ain't trynna trust it