Martin prod. Free Sora
[Verse 1]
Obi made another bop
Rob a nigga, head to socks
Leave 'em in the dirt and then I'll have a nigga kicking rocks
Murder beats, make 'em stop!
Halt! Police! Fuck the cops
Kill a beat like Mr. Keef keep killing all his fucking opps
I'm like a prophet, I might just pick pocket a
Dollar from rich pockets so I can flip rock and shit
Flip boards, I pop ollies and I ain't fucking with mollies
I'm only fucking with dollies who'll spend the weekend
I'm the nigga your parents warn you about
Spittin' out sick venom, I got my fangs in my mouth
And you know this nigga dirty cause he came from the south
And you know these niggas dodgy 'til you come up on clout, but
Can you blame these niggas? They just don't know shit
Except for that hoе shit
They just want more shit
They just can't lovе shit
They make my nuts itch
Wait, wait, take that one back
[Verse 2]
Wake you up, tough as fuck, rustle niggas feathers up
Clipping off they wings and then they wonder why they can't get up
Got 'em stuck, sticky nigga, face full of a flicky nigga
He think he tough, we cut his tum in half and have him spill his guts my nigga!
Fuckin' niggas up and then we hit the dash for fun my nigga!
He speak too much I bust his lip and then he bite his tongue my nigga!
I'm making all these tracks and then I drop them just for fun my nigga!
Fuck around and leave you like a stooge you lookin dumb my nigga....