[Verse 1: A$ton Matthews]
Still ridin’ with them Damus, it's known to let them hammers pop
Hoes with the powder tops, imported straight from Camelot
Hannah Montana got grams in the sock, Brick Flair when I pack on the block
The hood know me as Mac Eleven, I pray to god, but I clap ya reverend
Known to gangs, til my noose hang low, two twins, two to tango
Y’all niggas know who to aim for, y’all ain’t moving, y’all ain’t shooting
Choppin’ Os, its brickonomics, settin' picks to pick the pockets
Give & goes, then get the profit
Got the Lohan for the low end
Nose stand that whole xan, out the closed stand
This a choke slam, but to Roseanne, with no hands
Masked up like Mick Foley
Seen a hoe, give em clips, left that bitch holy (holey)
Or end in the cell all I got in this world, is my word and my balls
Work and a scale, bitches that twerk for the sales
Birds that work, that work for the heir
Stoop kid's afraid to leave the stoop
Or you could bet I serve that work in the mail, get murked for the pale
Know some hard-hitters if you sniff coke
Vitaly Klitschko, ya nose get a fist full
Brick Flair, semi auti schizo, Live city clip show
Plankin in ya bitch throat...pussy
[Hook: A$ton Matthews]
Buy and selling bitches on Ebay
All my bodies underneath the 91 freeway
Catch me in the overpass, mankind mask, title belt and a brief case
Still ridin’ with them Damus, it's known to let them hammers pop
Hoes with the powder tops, imported straight from Camelot
Hannah Montana got grams in the sock, Brick Flair when I pack on the block
The hood know me as Mac Eleven, I pray to god, but I clap ya reverend
Known to gangs, til my noose hang low, two twins, two to tango
Y’all niggas know who to aim for, y’all ain’t moving, y’all ain’t shooting
Choppin’ Os, its brickonomics, settin' picks to pick the pockets
Give & goes, then get the profit
Got the Lohan for the low end
Nose stand that whole xan, out the closed stand
This a choke slam, but to Roseanne, with no hands
Masked up like Mick Foley
Seen a hoe, give em clips, left that bitch holy (holey)
Or end in the cell all I got in this world, is my word and my balls
Work and a scale, bitches that twerk for the sales
Birds that work, that work for the heir
Stoop kid's afraid to leave the stoop
Or you could bet I serve that work in the mail, get murked for the pale
Know some hard-hitters if you sniff coke
Vitaly Klitschko, ya nose get a fist full
Brick Flair, semi auti schizo, Live city clip show
Plankin in ya bitch throat...pussy
[Hook: A$ton Matthews]
Buy and selling bitches on Ebay
All my bodies underneath the 91 freeway
Catch me in the overpass, mankind mask, title belt and a brief case
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