16 TOES

(الألبوم: City Morgue Vol. 2: As Good As Dead - 2019)

Thraxx

Yeah!
Lawnchair a bitch and have her folding over (Okay)
And then I pop a nigga melon like a Coca-Cola (Wassup?)
Skull and crossbones, yeah, I'm hopping out the Chevy Nova (Huh?)
And I'ma punch a nigga head, give him a hematoma (Ha ha)
You ain't 'bout shit, now contact him, you know who it is (Okay)
And now your boy's blowing up like he a pufferfish (Wassup?)
Oh, you do not like a nigga? Well, your fucking mother did (Huh?)
I take your bags out the bank like I was Richie Rich

I tell 'em, "All of my dogs don't fold" (No)
Pull up with a knife, and we gon' pull up with a pole (Yeah)
I tell 'em niggas, none of my dogs need homes
Like a pitbull, I'm standing on like sixteen toes

On a Harley-Davidson, I'm running up the mileage (Okay)
And I'ma chase your homies down and then I fucking fight (Boom)
And all your homies see me shoot 'em but no talk about it (Okay)
Because you know the consequences if they press the problem (Huh?)
And If I'm shooting, nigga, you know that I never miss (Okay)
I cause destruction and a little bit of violence (Wassup?)
Be the result, bitch, queue the fucking violins (Huh?)
I'm at yo wake with a stake and a silence (Ha ha)
And now your ribs all touching, now why the fuck you fussin'? (Huh?)
Nigga, get some money, take me out of your discussion (Huh?)
Your girl's all puffing, is softer than a muffin (Huh?)
Tell her, "Do some chin ups and maybe some fucking runnin'"

I tell 'em, "All of my dogs don't fold" (No)
Pull up with a knife, and we gon' pull up with a pole (Yeah)
I tell 'em niggas, none of my dogs need homes
Like a pitbull, I'm standing on like sixteen toes