V.H.G.

When the muffin was a wizard And never had logic Grey box tees Three i's in the pocket All the homies used to rock it Always with the slurs And Chad C Had the vision on blur With the vac on my dick Sweet like nerds Fall for a bitch Made a song like a nerd Never do that again I learnt from that curb No slappies What I doo With the Homies no Scrappy When Ko put trucks on a temple Dipping to the park Paranoid on the mental Days when I used to flow wack And I was on 24 7 prolapse Watch it collapse Jack and go splat Like dropped Jello Me and El turn 50 When the hype mellow Feel mad long now When East co Was in beast mode Where the dog sounds And skating with the homies Just a jog down Pre the days that I made heat Dodging wild pythons On Ley Street And bitches getting slumped Where the face meet And the fams yard Was bams yard Disco niggas at your neck Like a lanyard Never really feeling haze Cai was in his killing days Sleep going bare face And bitches getting fingered on the staircase Jack was on his hating shit The gutterpunks were paperclips Rulers of the canteen Fucking wavy bitch Dumbness around college Making major licks Screaming all you boring niggas Go suck a dick With puss and shit And deep throat it Till your mother fucking vocals split Listening to Goblin And jacking to an assort Of nudes When preme weren't affordable The only one with it was Ahi In multitudes Still the same nigga hold the view Still the same nigga hold the view If we ain't the shit Better check your porcelain Got my olds on your desk Nigga fuck the corporates And choke on my dick Where my fucking sauce is Award for your bitch She know what the score is Llama to my kicks Cause your shit is boring Fuck looking sharp as Ange's jaw is Or a fucking door hinge Watch out for the llama's That's the farmers warning Nigga karma drawing Jizzing on some teenyboopers Playing porn at a creepy opera Shit that I do On the fucking weekend And my pubes looking like the hair On the Weeknd Nigga fuck a shave I ain't got no fucking facial hair anyway Not complying like a Mother fucking trendy tre Throw your fucking jay's In a trendy wave And watch you drown for 'em you trendy slave I'm done with these niggas son I'm done Fuck that Versace heely gang What I say Fuck these niggas man What I say What I say Shit it was something like It was something like this Something like Something like Versace heely gang