five - clipping.

Where is the guillotine?

Let 'em eat yellow cake

Shooter with a nuclear family of killers

Willing to juice the concentrate

Fool it’s a sauna, light a fire under your honor

They’re talking life to a lifer, I’m liking the odds

Gimme the water

Give her the pill

Give 'em the needle

Beetle Baileys of this world all getting killed someday

Say partner, say dog

Say what, say what’s going on?

Pause

This is a stickup

Stuckup motherfucker come get some

Jet some, he floss some flotsam

Boss, um, they got salads to toss, um

Crosses to burn, um, losses to learn from

Collars to turn up

A tear the club up thug

A juicy-jay on a motherfucker, they cuttin a rug up

A cut up motherfucker looking like lady luck

So buck up young buck we got bucks like hoes got fucks to give

She don’t give a fuck, shit, you better not

Heads high kill em with the kill em with the filament

You feeling it?

A filibuster filling bust and feeling bust

You feel like busting out

Bedside manner with some dead eye-candy

Apple-red dye fanny-pack, a sack of baby fat’d better back it up

Where the titties at?

Show that kitty cat

Better getting milky with the silky weave

Sweating on the satin sheets

Rap about it

Be about it, be about it

Beat it up, the beef is in the freezer

But he keep that heater creepin up

Shorty boo, baby momma, make it clap

Give it up, drop it low

Push it, spread it, bite it, kill it, get it get it

Throwing paper for the coochie

Slapping gucci, rockin gucci

Give her gucci, get’s the pussy

Redder in the bed or in the car

Whippin a rolls, rollin a blunt

Dick in a ho, making it bump

Faking the funk, seizin

Partner it’s too seasoned

Fuck with a Pimp-C walk, with a little bit of mouth

Please turn em out, preach on a soapbox

Botox, cold hot, ho watch it

Who gonna fuck with the trillest?

The building they building down there

On the block got no windows up in it

Back like it’s crack for the roaches and rats

Giving daps to the dividends, backhand a bitch in the car

Stars are for rappers, the televised trappers

This shit is the realest, that’s how come he feel it

So hard he will knock it while driving to work

And he work on the first and the fifteenth

When knox got the check in they pockets

He pick it, she lock it, she roll it and drop it

The acid is burning the weed

Smoke it out, high as a bird from the trees

Cali dro, Cali go cataracts, freeze

Hands in the sky

Dive in and driving the lambo

And crying from coming down hard

Pulling the card, carrying hood motherfucker, my lord

Balls of the word, scriptures is semen, they seeming disturbed

Flipping the bird, kicked to the curb

Ya hunger with yams to be served