Big creature, one and only, 227, yeah
Mafia with X, gang tang, block works, yeah
Who the hell is Carlo?
Skiddy
All the pops in the Clucks
All the hens in the leeks
I done served up enough cubs, duh (Duh, duh)
All the pops I done touched
All the racks is I spent
I done stirred up enough trough (Where we at?)
I got more than enough Clio (You know it)
Big four-fifth and a micro (Ay)
Block works getting me in boutta crate
Need a forklift and a high-low (It's on)
Got ten legs, roam desert trails
With a deadly tail, with a stinger on (Eek)
The bricks come stamped in the mail
Double vacuum sealed out of Teterboro (Where we at?)
Twin fins in the shindig with the big wigs
Gotta keep it thorough (Salute)
Spin his Benz, thick, big as a twig
I was poppin' out of Eberboro (Brr)
Toe Gang play the banjo
If he flinch, I see them niggas' hands move (Watch)
Soul Train on the dance floor
Niggas got a lot of tricky dance moves (Block works)
My niggas never need a validation (At all)
When you have a niggas, it's hard to take (For real)
Only time I lie was on the stand
It ain't never been on fabrication (Uh-huh)
All family orientated
Call the cavalry, we ball like the Flannery's (Bosses)
All reality, no animation
Soaring batteries turn to aggravate (Uh)
Me and T.O.P. really from the bottom
Now I'm in the spot with six hundred thousand (Bros)
Been a lot of labor, gon' be more fruit
I just sit back and watch it all blossom
Yeah, yeah
Just wear your matter
It's shattered just like clay
Yeah, yeah
Just wear your matter
It's shattered just like clay
Clio bustin' out the gallery
Made a hundred thousand off the pre-sale
All my fingertips and my toes
Make next to dimes off the Abigail
On the block bangin' really dope
With the molly cap white like C-Shel
Whole thot with some egg, yo
'Til I scrap my heart and make cheese eggs
Hang green like an artichoke
Niggas say they whole weight bean bags
Pop a shroom like Mario
I can't hear these hoes over feedback
Got my first sack, I was sixteen
I done took the shit out the Westland
Got the pack over sixteen
Now my fit clean in my bitch bag
It get cold like Minnesota
But the block hot like a heatin' pad
Mixin' shit like rigatoni
Cut 'em up, then I give 'em salt baths
Lysotel with the calamari
With the caviar, made my stomach fat
Seen a fiend hit the needle, hit the corner
Now his forehead a hunchback
Took a chance, he a high roller
Took the Coca-Cola, then I gave it back
Took the chance with the paint
Now he cuttin' up paper, lumberjack
On the block, they call me Bosque
Yeah, Van Gogh, Warhol and all that
Try to stop the bleeding menopause
But the thirty ball, he can't talk back
Hair, just will not matter
It shattered just lately
Hair, just will not matter
It shattered just lately
