I'm a fucking dog on your house, I ain't talking about Snoopy. They want me on bail being on my line. This shit is moose and a large joker. Oh, bitch, and they ain't mopeys. I'm trapped out with chicken sticks. Just like a dope business day in. I keep it you ain't gonna spoke me. I'm seeing it with my whip out gang. I'm gonna like roomy shit. Don't get it twisted. My stick is hot. I don't need the red. Blocked 22 and cross save. You better break the pay. Hey, hey, hey, see me. Or if they grieve on me, then I'm grieving back. I'm a demon. That's really slacking me off. Hey, we're leaving city. Please got me carrots and I'll fuck you. Niggas sweet as white. Niggas know I shoot so when they see me, they be blickin' twice. Gang ain't no real like me. I'm runnin' or a pass, power. Sutter five shit talker. High headed in the ass. Yeah, I cut a cup of pot and it's loose. You niggas ghost niggas rock. I'm on top of the roof. Who got the jokes man? This is Keevy Young with a sandal like with a new stare. I bitch like when I said my stick she like pussy. It's too loud shut up bitch. I'm tryna focus on whoppin' bitchin' to open them. High in these niggas know what I'm hot in these niggas know it. I'm in my own white. Yeah, I'm doin' a swear check. Ha, I'm the sucker. Tell me somethin' to die in your eyes. You know I'm witty but I ain't fission boy. This call on me. I'm Mr. Carter Banks. Niggas that I ain't no homies. Hey, the net behind you. Big bad woof, yeah the suck is flowin' me. You talkin' that bitch I wasn't bitch. Why you blow on me? Like I want bless you with this shit. Why you blow on me? Oh, I can't write you see him. Why you blow on me? How much the fuck yo bein' or why you blow on me? Those cops why you so hot? Shit, I don't even know bitch. My niggas got some with a 50. I'm like so bitch. So times I'm just playing. I keep a fuckin' bout your jokes bitch. I'm niggas always hun hun status. But never on shit bitch. I put a bag on this work like Gittin' T. He got a lot of lip and teeth. I'll rip a shirt in, rip a beat. Talk shit without no sympathy. All out of flee foot, we my name, how this fuck you need a fan. When you mention him with a city with this right. But he ain't all tour. What's he and niggas comin' doin'? I bet I spank on four. My face dim towards a argue in this cake on rule. Like my niggas can't say. Things ain't the same no more. Niggas let a trip all these bitches. That I was fuckin' first. Niggas I slept so fuckin' slept cause I was buggin' first. Under-taker eyes, a hell of hoff. For this mud and perch on papers with an arc like a mother fuckin' puffy. You know I'm witty but ain't fishin' boy, this call on me. I'm Mr. Carter back snickin' that I ain't no homies. Hey, the net behind you, you up a show go. Big bad woof, yeah the suck is flow on me. It's how that bitch I was a bitch. Why you blow on me? Like I want to bless you with this shit. Why you blow on me? Oh, I can't write you see him. Why you blow on me? How much the fuck yo bein' on why you blow on me?