Snapbacks Tattoos Remix

(Album: Syllable Sliding Vol. 1 - 2013)

Imma just rap
Ice what up

One, two, fuck a ho three
Young dude puffing OG
Got the game locked cause I'm so key
I remain hot, you're a cold breeze
Tank top with some dope jeans
Make guap under most means
Drank a lot to that codeine
Change my thoughts in this slow scene
He's loading his clip
With no motive to miss
As he's browing the switch
It's a quarter to six
Trick, choke on a dick
And your lotion is slick
I'm focused on getting my piece of the pie
Better make peace cause it's easy to die
Name an MC and I'll eat him alive
And if he still lives Imma leave him with five
Girls just pop and get faded
Earning profit, no wages
You just working off all your payment
With your shirt all off no complaining
All the girls around are gon' hate it
But your heart is harder than pavement
Get em' balled it all cause you made it
Getting dollars, ball rage this now
Working for tips
Miss, twerking your hips
While you're perking your lips
Perfect as this
She's flirting with Lyst
As he's burning his spliff
Turn it and dip
Turn it and dip
Turn it and dip
You serve that you like how assertive I get
Class is in session, learn and submit

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Ass fat, clap that
Baby back that when I pass through
Show off and flash
You'll watch and crash
Show off your arms, legs, chest
Show off your back
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Baby back that when I pass through

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My rap tracks are taboo
Act rude, get a crack tooth
As I backlash when I snap loose
Mad dance when I pass through
Let the MAC blast with no damn clue
Bash dudes, leave em' passed bruised
In the beat, I treat it like fast food
I'm serving it hot
Catch it and swerve convertible tops
I'm determined to pop
Haven't you heard of these hurdles I've hopped?
Steady, burning this crop
Bitch I'm just serving my purpose to rock
Searching for someone to serve me some pot
It all just depends if it's worthy or not
You said you don't but I doubt it
You bet I won't but I'm 'bout it
West coast to make em' shout it
Step too close and get surrounded
Hounded, pound ya down till you crawling
I'm out of town in new all ins
Balling is my true calling
We don't stand around but you stalling
I got soldiers and goons that got torturous moves
Give you multiple wounds tick, you're fortunate joose
Make reports on the news it's important you lose
There's nowhere to go when you're forced and abused
I'm ready to blow like a torch and a fuse
Changing your points and distorting your views
Burning that haze while I'm pouring this booze

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Ass fat, clap that
Baby back that when I pass through
Show off and flash
You'll watch and crash
Show off your arms, legs, chest
Show off your back
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Ass fat, clap that
Baby back that when I pass through