[Verse 1: Dwaye]

How to quit I don't know
I swear I can't stop a n***a just go
I skateboard now But bitch I use to sell coke
What you think this weed for if a n***a don't smoke
Moving on to the next line while I let that shit soak
All my homies are murderers and cut throats
Kareem funny as shit but that n***a no joke
And my n***a Mario just a mafucking loc
Milo I fuck with you n***a no pope
Flawless aim kill a n***a with no scope
I deserve to be rich a n***a was so broke
I would actually off a n***a for mo soap
All I really want is some syrup for french toast
A hypetrak post amill and a gold rope
Back to the future De Lorean with gold spokes
Damn how the fuck he do it he so dope
Fuck n***as thought it was no hope to eat cuz the rap game declining like road slopes
Not over till that fat bitch singing in whole notes
Or till your soul floats away from these cold folks
As quick as them bullets escaping the Foe foe
Striping car parts at the chop shop resold those
Im not a photographer just taking these four doors (photos)
Just stop you fuck n***as ain't breaking these choke holds
[Verse 2: Dwaye]

Spitting action pack trash relax fagbar
Where the bath room at? Cross from the closet where rags are
Spit as dirty as the fucking out house in the back yard
Eating burgers with my bitch and nuggets in a glass jar
Oh shit I left my fucking iPhone in her dad's car
Now tell me where the fucking AK's and the masks are
And a bottled water cus i got parched
Rap starch modern day picasso that trap art
Mafucking black heart with a gat dart!
Clack! clack! spark! and a Jedi, night like it got dark
Won't stop till I got cheese and pockets smell like rat fart
Bitch I think I'm Bret hart
Beside gay ass spandex everything but that part
Instead inside in a large bape with black shark
Vigorous taps to mat start cus rigorous choke holds attached sharp
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