Okay I pop out w a stick
That lil bitch she suckin sick
Flip another pack of scripts
In the lab like my name Rick
Catchin plays like Michael Vick
Smooth like butter but don't slip
Light em up like he a wick
Spit and hawk inside yo bitch

Okay I'm at yo bitches pussy like knock knock who's there?!
Pouring acid on his body he might say a prayer
I know I'm better than you fuckers so bitch best beware

Never been the one for running
And I don't play fair

Face it
I just wanna cut off all our faces

Lace it
Smoking another blunt I'm feeling anxious

Too cold
Fuck all this pressure I need two more

You fold
Talkin all that shit n I'm gon kick door