g-style E

I'm off the Jamba Juice, runnin' three vials. Know that she pop that punani, I could probably Run block. Workin', workin' on the block, it got Me creepin' like a stalker. If I'm chillin' with The bitch, she suck my dick until my balls Hurt. Personalities diamonds, but I tote the iron. I was in the streets talkin' sweet until I Fired. I could get a bird like the rubber On the tire. Put the feet to the fire 'cause I heard that you expired, motherfucker. I'm the real mic fuckin' spitter, the fuckin' bitch Getter. You talk about my bitch, I swear to God that I will hit you. I been ballin' Since a baby, I'm the pick of the litter. And these diamonds really shinin', pussy boy, this Ain't no glitter. I been grindin' to the tip-top To drip drop. Claimin' that you spittin' but only Do it for tip-jops. What? Always on the internet actin' like you hard. But you really just a bitch if I see You in the yard. Keyboards on the fingers, you Think you goin' hard. Always sayin' somethin' 'til I Try to pull your card. On your knees prayin' To me like a motherfuckin' god. Fuckin' bitch, I could beat her 'til you break Your fuckin' jaw. In the fuckin' yard, steady Barkin' like a dog. I could run a circle Around you and I ain't even jog. I'm better than you, better than you, better than You'll ever be. Thinkin' that you movin' but you Never movin' cleverly. get the green, I get the Guap, I get cilantro and the celery. If you keep up with this talkin', give a Fuck 'bout what you tellin' me. Bloody fuckin' got you with the tool up to Your fuckin' body. It's a fuckin' party 'til they Pull up to your fuckin' body. I don't got respect for a bitch if she's A fuckin' thottie. 'Cause if she fuck with you, Then she could probably fuck with anybody. Bitch.