Damn, Free Razo
Like damn, free Razo
All of this pain, I write poems
Hop in that whip, skirt Daytona 
I got a big bankroll 
Bitch
I got a big bankroll 
I got a muhfuckin black snake coat
I got a pretty lil bitch white toes 

I got the drugs, bitch I am influenced 
I’m fucking your bitch of the muhfuckin shrooms
Off of the drugs, feel like Looney Toons
I’m crashing the whip I feel like Sweet Tooth 
Twisted metal, bitch I’m breaking the metal
I got a white plug, Malcom in the Middle
Hey diddle diddle, cat up in a fiddle
I just be rocking out with, like, two pistols 
I might just  go up like a fucking missile
I’m outta town, bitch I cannot hit u
All of my diamonds shiny just like cystals
Hoe you is a thot, bitch I cannot kiss you
Get bands, gotta make the fucking quota
Late night, trapping off the Motorola 
Like Creed, punch that nigga it gon fold him
He wanna play with me, nigga I told him 

I just be cracked like an egg, bitch I boil
You niggas crackheads you smoke out tinfoil
…
Niggas be crackheads smoking out the tinfoil
I’m back in Missouri, I feel like Tom Sawyer
I’m back in Chicago, feel like Bobby Porter
…
Bitch, I meant Portis
Niggas be slow as fuck just like a Tortoise 
I might just slice shit up like a swordfish 
I just be stepping in brand new white forces 
Young Virginia boy I feel like I’m Michael Vick
Fucking a bitch, but I got hella sick
Yeah we got guns boy
Yeah we got hella sticks
Yeah we got guns boy
Yeah we got hella sticks
Brand new stick, gotta edit my class 
Walk in the bank with an all Black mask
Feel like I’m Max, I got plaques on plaques 
Brand new whips, I got Jags on Jags 
Walk into Saks Fifth, popping them tags
You is a freaky lil bitch, hoe I can’t fuck with ya
Sleeping in commissary with my honeybun
Sleepin
On a pillow, my honey bun 
We got a hundred bands for, like all of us
We got a hundred sticks for, like all of us
Shipping and moving bricks in my Honda truck
Tic tac toe, lil nigga might cross them up
Can’t believe I used to think that my life sucked 
Can’t believe I used to fuck with the white stuff
Ran up a sack, lil nigga this some light stuff
Toting sticks up in the air, damn my pipe up
…
Flexing on hoes, got a big bank roll
I need a bitch with some all-white toes
Hop in that Masi, like bitch let’s go 
My nigga Ken loves playing in snow
I just be serving that pack, this that fire
If you fuck with me, then you gonna retire 
Serving that hot shit, jambalaya 
If you is a thot, bitch I’ll slide by ya

I got the drugs, bitch I am influenced 
I’m fucking your bitch of the muhfuckin shrooms
Off of the drugs, feel like Looney Toons
I’m crashing the whip I feel like Sweet Tooth 
Twisted metal, bitch I’m breaking the metal
I got a white plug, Malcom in the Middle
Hey diddle diddle, cat up in a fiddle
I just be rocking out with, like, two pistols 
I might just  go up like a fucking missile
I’m outta town, bitch I cannot hit u
All of my diamonds shiny just like cystals
Hoe you is a thot, bitch I cannot kiss you
Get bands, gotta make the fucking quota
Late night, trapping off the Motorola 
Like Creed, punch that nigga it gon fold him
He wanna play with me, nigga I told him 

Produced by Clayco
Written by:
Simon Mathewos 
Nahom Mathewos
Byron Gazis
Bobby Sandimanie III

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