Don’t Subtweet Your Friends

[Verse:]
Whatever it takes let me get back to killing the fakes
Around my way, really can’t even feel my face
I think that blunt was laced, I only go on hot dates
She was in my top eight on MySpace, but I never got to smash her
Back then they ain’t want me, now I’m sliding with a homie
I was serving them twenty sacks and they coming back
Ooh I’m bad, I ain’t really mean to flex like that
Baseball bat with a blunt so fat, how’d she come so fast
I ain’t running no gag, I’m puffing no pass, they ain’t getting no drags