Pizza Shop E

Don't get dropped, better stay in your lane. Tailgating my tails, come from behind the gate Cells. And not behind the gay cell, I never Tried to be. A lot of them, a 16 Take, better stay out the frame. Where the gouda at? The ice'll get your cooler Clapped. Y'all still bagging for double, I need Triple back. Definite, got you on Similac. Probably cause you seem a rat. You just broke, that's why you sim a lack. Get the strap. Young M. A, I back it out Before you do. I'll kill you all, Who you shot? Your bars doo-doo. Uh, I'd rather listen to my lady now. Her ass fat and no OG Thotty, but her Cash stacked. I work the streets like a nine To five. I'm overtime, committed, fiends don't Sleep, so why should I? And over the stove to butter fry. Her right hook'll rock that ass to sleep. Don't catch a lullaby And me and Leroy was Fighting these two dudes. And, um, the dude hit Leroy so hard that I got mad and I stopped fighting the guy Was fighting and turned around and punched the shit Out the guy. And he went through the pizza Shop window. And I ran home looking at my fist the Whole time like, "Damn. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah." I got witnesses, so... Niggas save it, you filing affidavits. I clap your face to the pavement, you ain't Tough. A green light beat called your bluff, Y'all all fucked. Watch where you walk when you crossing the Ville Side. Niggas getting lined in chalk. We move in the dark. Watch your fucking mouth When you speaking on opp. That'll get you slapped like it or not. Dud down, rug down, Lady P in the spot. Moving with speed, spirits niggas can't feel. I still hear P, my spouse calls me. Sky's the limit, daddy saved me a seat. Remain a team of bitch niggas keep coming for Me. Brownville never ran, never will. How he moved in these streets. My heart cold, but I'm bringing my heat. Come walk with me, I'm off my Dean. I sip the Mart and hit the bar to Raise a toast for my king. Heard? Walk out of here. In my fucking lane. Rug down, you feel me? First thing I gotta is change fucking logo. Know what I mean? We get a black cow, Look at that face. You feel like, uh, there's more-I don't feel, Sir. I you You said that. Um, so how do I ask this question? This is challenging. Uh, is there too much hoopla around the artist And not enough rap today? The basic caveman foundation of this whole shit is Can you rhyme?