MR. HYDE

C'est encore Jess sur la prod We bout to turn up in this bitch dawg Put the fucking volume up Spending money like a jewish, screaming Mazeltov And they know my bars a cocktail, chugging Molotov Sex on the beach, Baywatch, Hazeloff Turning into Mr. Hyde when it's kicking in That Charlie sheen In her nose Makes that bitch sound like she rowling with a sexy prose She's getting wetter Navy SEALs Her man's fake I'm tha n*gga for real Let's go, let's get it (tell'em) Let's go, let's (tell' tell'em) Let's go, let's get it (tell'em) Let's go, let's (tell' tell'em) Petty, these n*ggaz petty Doing all kinds of curves, spaghetti When we pull up, stick to your story Don't you start to clean those words up, this ain't laundry Kamikaze made' em call me crazy Going coo coo in her coochie, for a quickie quickie Balls all empty, I'll refill with Heny Am I ok moonwalking in the hallway Spinning the coupe with a smoking grenade Like we bout to start a riot Shit's going down in the backyard, heard they got bongs and fire Tagging my brand on these walls, every single time the night calls She a snack acting cheesy, imma do her in the cuzzi Now them neighbours bout to call five o Can't be caught cuz, i'm broke phi broke Cracked my phone screen, jumping out the window I'm addicted to this life, that's my Benzo Let's go, let's get it (tell'em) Let's go, let's (tell' tell'em) Let's go, let's get it (tell'em) Let's go, let's (tell' tell'em)