I needed chicken so I bossed on(Boston) the market
Always on my spot like Bingo blot markers, heat rotting the carcass in the bottom of the dumpster/
Constant target, Ralph Lauren fleece garments, handknits, rugbys and sweater vests
All the hoodies custom like Belichick, sorry that you slept you gotta invest/
Eviscerate you Gillette fusion across your neck gun in the small of your back, heard you rap all of its cap/
Salt kill a snail not a Hillside Playa, coughing from the L help you peel back layers/
We only copping onions, blossoming bundles/
Wonder why I’m sharing thе love like point guards, it’s becausе I wanna see you put up points god/
On the court rock Polo Sport sportily your style is Morton’s, you put it together poorly, my dawgs pull up on your whip like curbside spray the cordless/
Hare & The Tortoise
Step on your dolphin skin slippers on porpoise/
When you getting chips off the wave you bound to ruffle a feather/
CTS seats butter leather, cherry red 500x, I got the baddest rubbernecking, cut the check, sudden death, 98 bubble Lex GS3 when I breeze past, PSP
Flip you like Gameboy for the C-Class, ease back
Fold stock, Roblox
Asked what’s supreme math? He gave me the number to the store/
Blow the horn like a herald at the Royal Court
Have the Tommy (R)riddle out bullets like Voldemort, kick doors/
Me and Q run in your house and off with your pack/
Came in from the front but we parked in the back/
Prolly shouldn’t have done it but hindsight a hundred/
I pump enough air in the door to push the button, I was never one to bump my gums in discussions/
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