Im all done up, so who gon run up
Im all gunned up, so who gon one up
Said who Lucid and Young Duff
Talkin bout that cash flow, fuck tax though,
Cant believe my gas low, fun facts no?
Smokin out my stash yo, my last oh
My last bag was trash though,
Chatter bout shit thats on Ripleys
Keep my hair long like hippies
Facial hair out on grizzlies
Toads on the pads callin lillies
Third eye sharp like a motherfuckin hawk
Money bein made is only when i talk
My car only starts when there is a spark
To dark to notice a fin on a shark,
Watchu want to bargain
Sticky icky wet stuff all up in my garden
Fuckin wit them martins, this budder aint margarine
Headed to your crib soo im barging in.
Playin with the band im marching with.
The buds indoor so im guarding it
Copped four pounds so im larger then
Tech to the head of it's kid, held for ransom.
Can't believe this shits going down without tantrum,
Nonrandom.
Lucid throwin hands son.
Breakin down walls in a mansion like Samson
Fresh outta bed puts some pants on
Im all done up, so who gon run up
Im all gunned up, so who gon one up
Said who Lucid and Young Duff
Necks off with my chain saw
Watch em go up with halo
Stabbed twice in the throat its painful
Karama is a bitch, so hateful
Hate how everyone's caged in
When I get mad i be raging
Working in a gym so i'm shaping
Screw the cops fuck Kapan
Making songs not getting bread
Find a bitch that give some head
Flock of birds and they all fled
Tats with the ink, thats not led
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youngduff
Member since November 20 2014