I remember tripping, walking through the set like my Glock don’t think
Grandma in the kitchen, neck bones in the sink
I don’t know why your ***** want to **** me
And I don’t know why you sucker *****s can’t see
I’m from Hoover man, high as Superman, shit you Lois Lane
You ***** man with the ***** game, shit, we off the chain
We popping the fortune, not the fame, shit, you backwards, man
You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes
You brought and chose, guess she moving on, yep, we do it wrong
We ****ed her homes, ****ed and sent her home, marijuana strong
You know I’m gone, turn my swagger on, am I swagged enough?
My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no ****s
Leaning off the Actavis, passing blunts round and round
Told me Mary was a go so we passed her round and round
Your ***** texted me, wants it now so I had to knock her down
Hurt her bouncing off my balls, slinging **** up from the mouth
You let it slide, I hit home-runs, clean her dugout till I’m done
I can be her number two and you can be her number one
Her *****’s crazy, her *****’s crazy, you **** *****s
OT: If you consider being worm food an angel, yeah