J.R. Writer
History in the Making
We get them, daddy, everything we spit is taffy
I'm too bad for you to send them little n***as at me
I'm in the back of a bigger Caddy, getting nasty
Bitches licking me off like she trigger happy
Grip a Matty
So when I say I pop white, the black cats know I ain't trying to get rid of acne
Check it, I pop mines reckless
Let a n***a fake try and pop my necklace
You see kids hanging out the drop top Lexus
Press it, make blocks drop like Tetris
You ain't never been as nice as me, I'd said the way you'd like to be
White as key, peddling that ivory
You're not at all vandal, check how your dogs scramble
I can make an umbrella pop out the door panel
Son, you all candle, that's that all-white Phantom
With them damn refrigerator door handles
It's like everything I'm hearing bores me
Plus I can't help if everything I wear's flossy
Flossy, I put some cheddar in the ear [?]
'Bout a G, please, your life is worth a pair of [?]
You got's to [?], Paul Wall simple shit
But I had to go get my grill from the dealership
This how's killers get styling
So I understand why you're wilding
You're too broke to get a grip
Listen, prick, I'm cashing them M's
Your damn boss, they seem the type to scratch that I spend
I just happen to win, plus I'm so past you
You might as well wait for me to pass you a gift
I would end you spitters, can't compare who's sicker
'Cause I'm in the zone where I don't hear you n***as
Try to holler at me