I’m focused on my grip
Feed the cat the nip
Got another kind of gripper if a buster try to trip
White out packet ripped
Kinda bout the zip
It’s the man from the ross plan I’m about to flip
And I’m sliding with
A-hole bible love that shit
With mystic pages with prophecys soaked inside of it
Claiming that down is something I don’t like one bit
If you bout you bout it if not you bout it like a bitch
You wanna life like this
My stables tight and thick
And all I really had to do is click and like her pic
But I don’t like that trick
No I don’t like that ho
She gets Willi Ninja’d out the door and then I strike a pose
The divine mother of the house of drip
Coming thru
And with the nine I vogue
I’m cold enough to send a shiver thru your spine and toes
Forever I’m alone
I will die alone
On the other line of phone all you hear is dial tone
Let me rot on a mountain comprised of ice and snow
Coming out the hardest with my verse inscribed in stone
Behind the castle doors locked tight inside my home
Smothered in barow
as I sleep with eyes wide closed
You will never understand but you would like to know
How to realign your soul and have a heart like icicle
Chopping
Bucking
Zaggin' out the coffin
All about a dollar over you stupid funky hoes so often