TheBankman

U aint got nutten on me but a red dot and aim
the feds stop and train rep ur block and blame
got em puttin the hands to gether like the roc and chain
i could pop and aim pop thats alot of pain
see the bitches love me watch the fiance cry
so the ego bouts as big as beyonces thighs
backdown or get ya back broke and blast
ill blow up the green bud till ur smoked and gassed
ima keep strangling the game till its choked and grasped
keep my anger with ya name, leave u poked and slashed
the reply was a lulibee sing song u gotta die
leave the click shrivled up and small like a pot of fries
you interupt my spit then theres a whole lot of guys
that plot and spie willing to make u stop and die
ill just count the cash why u flop and cry
u stumble to ur kness i grumble with the heat
leave ur whole crew in a dead bundle when i leave
u sting once and die so go bumble with the bees
honestly im not trying to sound humble when i speak
i just got 3 hoes tryna fumble in my sheets
IM BACK