Jenga

As You Can

Written By: Michael Conover

This that haloween flow
Cut you up Mike Myers hoe
Put this out for free, just to let y’all know 
This that shoulder lean, call it Yung Dro
Quit trying so hard, hoe let it go
Pop, pop, pop, pop a perk then hit it slow 

Cold outside, but she ain’t got on clothes
You need backup, call your friends i walk alone
Taking this over, plus your hoe
Fully strapped up, in the duffle with all my dope (dope)
You still calling my phone? 
Freaky deaky, let’s get in the zone (zone)
Pocket full of cash and a nose full of blow
Really bout this trap shit never hesitate 
He kills, this year it all ends 
You talk a lot, half that don’t even make sense (make sense)
Past tense, full send I’m haunted sixth sense

“Damn Son Where’d You Find This?”

“TRAP-A-HOLICS Real Trap Shit”

This that Halloween flow 
You think you know me, no bitch you really don’t 
Up high, call me Mr. 217 flow
Hit it one time, then give you no hope
Really make her heart melt 
She’s over at the crib right now taking off my belt 
Full house in the deck, that’s the cards I was dealt (ah,ah)
You dealing with a true fucking bad ass 
I get to flowing then its back to the cash 
I been in first for while now, you been stuck in last 
I need another blunt, bitch puff puff pass
Trick or treat hoe I came for the cash
What?

Jenga

Spirtony