Untitled Song

Blame it on my momma I'm thuggen I'm just a cold mother fucker

While others runnin they mouth I'm down to smoke mu fuckas

And bet that thang stay attached. I don't trust not a soul

Stay strapped so I ain't gotta watch my back no mo

I'm a chemist in the kitchen pistol stay in my britches

Addicted to paper with pictures of presidents faces the ones who isn't liven

Investigations on cases may end up with a conviction

Afflicted if incarcerated the charge is a life sentence.

Till then I gas off take an 8ball flip it

Twisted on marijuana smoke I'm hi on malt liquor

Admire all kinda dope strippers work it for a cold kills

U know I'm in ya feelings cuz I'm gone home witcha.