Bitch I'm 32, you's a motherf*cking two bit
My inventory is something like a toolkit
Don't give a f*ck bout your motherf*cking crew bitch
You ain't my bro, chose to talk, should've knew this
Been down your block, no one up, but it's noon bitch
Quiet to cops, but to bitches your loose lips
Talk all you want, you ain't ever gone do it
Up off this rock, I've been loosing my screwing
I've been loosing my screwing
Bitch loud with me and I put her through scrutiny
Don't want a ratchet, a bitch filled with purity
Keep catching stains, should've known they came dirty
Up on this court shoot this ball like I'm curry
Do it from close range cause I ain't no curry
Stepping on brown shit, I spice it like curry
Got them ingredients, come shop in a hurry
Blazing shit in a fury
All of this product now gone just from smoking
I have no sympathy, f*ck your emotions
This some like free waves, you know I got motion
But I don't do cocaine, like dice, bitch I'm rolling
I said I'm okay, like twice, you ain't heard it?
With Tony planning stains, the night where we showing
But we don't show or face, them guys ain't knowing
In the dark, bitch a nighthawk
Up off this magic, think I'm saving brightwall
I am like Vito, my brodie is Barbaro
Lost my objective, was hunting for bravo
Don't member her name, she like from Morocco
Flow on the river like it's Colorado
Like I am no leader, but I do not follow
I wanna run this shit like my name Don Carlo