I m real so My Flos is real, Yous fake so u makin shit up~
Niggas be feelin my shit, so when i roll through they crackin it up~
Im old school and dis shit here is a Blast from tha Past~
Chillin VIP while dey got me on smash~
Them Ladies love tha Cash, and Im Calm, Cool, and Smooth like a young white Shaft~
Chillin at tha bar, Yellin "Drinks on me" cause im holdin Stacks, wit 2 1/2 Zips dat I got from jelly rollz Stash~
Now Im up in tha party, If niggas crash yall~
Im pullin out Glocks, and den i Blast off~
Den I hop in tha "06" Stang and Race off~
Im commitin Genocide to these fake thugz, Im a ghetto Adolf~
Betta known as hittler ~
A well know heavy hitter~
Still know to be a steady spitter~
But I aint talkin bout spittin lil Raps~
Im talkin bout spittin heavy Gats~
And I aint stopin till ya head gets Cracked~
Bullets to the Bain, I call that a Gangsta Bitch Slap~
Tha sound of the Bitch Getttin Wacked~
Sounds a lil somtin like Pap Pap Splat~