Dylan Ross
Vanessa
What the heck ya doin' lil scunner
I don't know but lately, i been doin' numbers
20, 50, 100, for a 1 i'll put you under
Pussy boy dont get caught up in dangerous shit that don't concern ya
Now i got 27 lighters on my dressa
Tryna to get paid, lately i been thinkin' a lot about vanessa
28 days later, boomin with the pressure
Killer with a crooked jaw who look like uncle fester
I remember back in '03, And1 dvd
Cross just like hot sauce, now I'm workin' chargin' fees
Buzzin' like a rotary, no one look at Dylan please
Comin' down like woss ness, and swangin like a rosary
I been sayin fuck the world, Rozzy Dangerfield get no respect
Inside this maze of dancing rats but its okay with me
Everything fachacta but the money, what I'm sayin', g
Half-alive all for the bank note, its almost slavery
Purely independent pimpin' can't nobody label me, these labels don't
Want shit to do with dylan cause he play for keeps
Decorated by streets, i have returned like bay b kane to
Roughly guide ya to the trauma center, killa crazymane
Groin to the gullet, cut ya, clickin just like candy mane
Whippin' in the kitchen, Dylan gotta keep a patty cake
Fuck it in the face, put it down, call it euthanaise
Is the way that Dylan get it in, I'm into gettin' paid
Get you sprayed, im ridin' with. specimens of violence that
Knock you like hiram abiff and etch you like a heiroglyph
Double Z the quarter key that keep you up all night ya bitch
Ridin' with my sister wives and flippin' like a nitrous switch
Bank account like David Berg, off the grid like a pimp
Iceberg, frostbit, frostbite the white bitch
Stiff arm steady, bout to throw it off the sky bridge
Lay low for a couple weeks out of town, like this