Running through it like a high speed chase – now who the **** wanna race? Carbon copy all you want, It won't paste. I'm on 3rd base givin gas face. Got shit tied up with the lace. Big bankin and it still take little bank. ****in bitches from the counter to the sink. From the window to the wall, okay okay. Only one K, one K, one K-K-K-K – Super friendly, wavin, flyin like a cape. Is it vape or is it pape? I cannot make... I can't tell when mf look the same. Real Tennessee dirt and clay mf. Hard to pick ain't it – want the guns or the butter? I remember Ink, I'm not a fighter, I'm a lover – But mf had to fight for his whole life, I ain't above it. I'm right – Right below it with the – With the cash and the coins and the buzzards... Swarmin round, somebody dead and they can tell it. L-A-F @ these L-7, ain't gotta spell it. Baby, where you goin with all that yam, All that green egg and ham, All that jelly I could jam, Can I keep? Can I have? Girl don't sleep on this math – I don't subtract, I just add. Yeah, yeah... yeah - yeah yeah yeah. Kaby Baby with the robe and the staff. Yeah yeah, I'm just partin the water. Whole lotta screwin around – Which tool you order? I'm chuggin jack on a bike. I'm tryna stack, stack it high. Yeah. Brick and mortar. Like a fly to the paper, I'm really on ya.