Why would I sing to the hoes, already got one who grippin my clothes
I got some brothers that grip on the pole
Call her Tootie Fruity, way she grip on the pole
Got fam in gangs, I don't gotta swipe nose
Bullets run like a carousel round the whole block when they carry yo soul
To the Heavens with God, he gon be so opposed
While he look at you with yo face on my clothes
This partial cap so don't try to expose, make him run like his temple
Send apes at his skull, Man these bullets'll blow
Just like yo female, she suckin it slow
Call me candle her bubble, they think that it's cap that I'm straight from the rubble
Her ex was a shuttle but I am the plane to take her out the struggle
And I only want her cause she got the splash like a puddle
(Yeah)
They got me bend like some plastic, elastic girl
Only want her cause she clappable
Laughable how these niggas think I'm lackin
Impossible, Mission Impossible
Mission, how quick I drop niggas like dick
You either lame or you lit
Say I'm tryna make a hit but all I make is hits
And I don't need assists, either make or brick
And only God can pick
(Bird)