[Intro: 10kKev]
(Trapboy 3k)
Let me talk to 'em
[Verse: 10kKev, Teejayx6 & Kasher Quon]
I'm precautious, all my whips windows bulletproof
Touching ‘everybody ‘til I get you, like it's "Duck, Duck, Goose"
Got a crazy trigger finger on me, that bitch shoot, shoot, shoot
Pulled up to they album release party, you heard "Do, do, do"
Niggas got a problem with me, but they won't address it publicly
If they did, they'd be dead, so it's good for them, luckily
Military SIG Pistol bullet look like a Fruit Loop
Green and Yellow outfit on, you look like a Fruit Loop
My insides turn more purple every time I pour Wockhardt deuce
Blocked this one nigga, he was hating on my YouTube
Shot a hole in the wall with an AK, I need a new room
Woke up out my sleep, somebody was tryna break in my room
Fucking 'round with my white boys, I just did a couple of 'shrooms
Paid fifteen hundred just to get my shit too groomed
Purchased twenty phones to buy my tape off iTunes
Putting niggas onto songs, if you ain't catch on, you buffoon
Robbed a middle school full of kids, it was Bethune
Set myself on fire tryna smoke in a dark room
Robbed my lil’ cousin and dressed up with a costume
Just seen a bum ass nigga at the gas station sellin' perfume
When your mans die, I'm pissing on his tomb stone
Use a translator, just to talk to juggs from Rome
Beating on your bitch, cause Dynamic Duo on her phone
Bust my cousin ass for two thousand playing Ping-Pong
Bust him in the head with a bottle, he got ringworms
I just committed third degree murder on a teenager
He just tried to up a bankroll, but it was green paper
Asked a nigga for a Backwood, he pulled out a green Swisher
Asked a nigga, "Where the Hi-Tech?", He pulled out dark liquor
At 13 years old, I lost my virginity to my babysitter
Just killed a old man, he kept looking at my baby sister
You need to stop promoting show prices, cause ain't nobody booking here
He wrote a whole book of statements, and they still end up booking him
He wore some Black Forces to school, and everybody started cooking him
Left a dead body by that liquor store on Fullerton
You a deadbeat father and you broke, you full of shit
(Trapboy 3k)
Let me talk to 'em
[Verse: 10kKev, Teejayx6 & Kasher Quon]
I'm precautious, all my whips windows bulletproof
Touching ‘everybody ‘til I get you, like it's "Duck, Duck, Goose"
Got a crazy trigger finger on me, that bitch shoot, shoot, shoot
Pulled up to they album release party, you heard "Do, do, do"
Niggas got a problem with me, but they won't address it publicly
If they did, they'd be dead, so it's good for them, luckily
Military SIG Pistol bullet look like a Fruit Loop
Green and Yellow outfit on, you look like a Fruit Loop
My insides turn more purple every time I pour Wockhardt deuce
Blocked this one nigga, he was hating on my YouTube
Shot a hole in the wall with an AK, I need a new room
Woke up out my sleep, somebody was tryna break in my room
Fucking 'round with my white boys, I just did a couple of 'shrooms
Paid fifteen hundred just to get my shit too groomed
Purchased twenty phones to buy my tape off iTunes
Putting niggas onto songs, if you ain't catch on, you buffoon
Robbed a middle school full of kids, it was Bethune
Set myself on fire tryna smoke in a dark room
Robbed my lil’ cousin and dressed up with a costume
Just seen a bum ass nigga at the gas station sellin' perfume
When your mans die, I'm pissing on his tomb stone
Use a translator, just to talk to juggs from Rome
Beating on your bitch, cause Dynamic Duo on her phone
Bust my cousin ass for two thousand playing Ping-Pong
Bust him in the head with a bottle, he got ringworms
I just committed third degree murder on a teenager
He just tried to up a bankroll, but it was green paper
Asked a nigga for a Backwood, he pulled out a green Swisher
Asked a nigga, "Where the Hi-Tech?", He pulled out dark liquor
At 13 years old, I lost my virginity to my babysitter
Just killed a old man, he kept looking at my baby sister
You need to stop promoting show prices, cause ain't nobody booking here
He wrote a whole book of statements, and they still end up booking him
He wore some Black Forces to school, and everybody started cooking him
Left a dead body by that liquor store on Fullerton
You a deadbeat father and you broke, you full of shit
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