PAWG twerking big butt

You better blow before these slugs

Same *** is ways like anchors, we don't own clean guns

All our skets is dirty, I toss bullets

New York ****** jet like Testaverde

I don't keep the smoke on a ratchet for the dough on a jacket

But your joint ain't point blank so they can't open the casket

My whole crew got clocks on 'em

Can't a heart beat as still, I been pushed shot clocks on 'em

All that gossip you blast, better see if they possibly has

The P-12 ambulance that get you to the hospital fast

Came out the cages and shackles, I ain't callin' patients

The tracking, I'm loadin' up gauges to whack you

We've been ridin' together, and us back and forth

It's like Prince and Ghafoussain have been lyin' together

Soon as you get a crummy on a barrier

That's why I travel in the city like Eddie

And come into America

The silence is, it sound like it's humming when I'm airin' it

When I'm musicin' to your body numbin' in the area

If you don't wanna see the toast of mom and daddy

I must be rather be, roastin' drum and fatty

To the toasted arm and caddy

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