Firee

seems like anymore that the blocks full of snakes

I worked hard for this money, never gave it a break

I aint trippin on the 20 bucks, you fuckin fake

I should bast your whole shit back

dont matter that your female

I want my shit back

told me you were gonna give me that loud pack

but I shoulda know what was up, your only homie is that crack

smokin Chrystal outta bulb

I got bitches that will beat you too a bloody fuckin pulp

all the homies already know who this about

I should be chillin hittin a route

but I cant get it out my mind

that a cunt like you took what was mine

but youll get yours in due time

bend you over my knee, crack your whole spine

im on some ruthless heartless shit

heavy on my shoulders so I guess Ill spit

Man, I got so much shit too say

like she could give a nigga aids but he aint even gay

you deserve to go thru my struggle each and every day

robbin niggas aint the game

you should be ashamed

and take the blame

funny how only fuck guys that sell weed

your another typa breed

stuck on bullshit like a flee

all I wanted was some fuckin tree

your lucky it was just 20 bucks

or else I wouldnt give no fucks

run up in the crib merk your crew like some sitting ducks

Ugh, I better stop for I say anymore

your nothing more but a dirty saint joe whore

if you were a nigga id put the pedal to the flore

wouldnt even be that much or a chore

get my money back for my bitch knocks you to the floor