bitch im in yo room in yo hood what the fuck is up ima shoot you to like i should and im ain't miss truck he just cought a wound in the woods on his fucking nut (verse1) i be moving smooth moving good im a big dog fuck them lil kiddieds yah yo girl ain't nowhere pretty bruh now time for the fast rhyming boy you talk to much so i'll put you on silent dont call me back becuase i will decline it had a deal boutta sighn it (small verse) boy your not rhyming im smooth looking good in yo fake fuck nigga hood bitch i'm i very lit stop talking all that trash you ain't rich got all this cash and im just a kid im tarzard pop you like a poptart climbing these levels like monkey bars (yuh yuh 1 time BITCH) boy im very lit boy im very lit we got a glock for his hip and these fist for his lip