WATERFALL
Look, yo, straight out the basket hoop
Yo, yo, grip the pack of potent
Yeah, grip the pack of potent
Uh, gripped a pack of potent
Look look, I gripped a pack of potent
Puffin' fuckin' spliffies, weather gone frozen
Cold fuckin' heady, ain't nothin' stolen
Smokin' fuckin' nicci, liqs in my cup
I'm buzzin' with 50, top gone open
I made the manual, finesse is so shifty
Let me walk and talk it, posted sin city
Rhymes Wu-Tang, but the flow DBE
I'm sayin', F-I-N-E double S-E
Tricks up my sleeve, 50 Nic in the breeze
I'm a fuckin' beast, I'm a fuckin' fiend
For the fuckin' weed, for the fuckin' dream
Face me, face who? My whole fuckin' team
Yeah, they do, they go straight ruth
Less with, no trace too
We all go ape, dude, murder was the case Snoop
Fresh do the fade too, uh
Fresh do the fade too, uh
Tell Shorty to get out her swimsuit
Or wear nothing to the crib too
I could give a fuck, bout the next dude
I just came to fuck through her leg's fool
I just came to walk the walk with my legs too
I just came to talk the talk on the bed too
I just came to drop the top on the Benz coupe
Shoot, straight at the basket hoop
Who's that? Move, back to back and shoot
Look, it's all factual, time
Moove smooth in a rhyme booth, cool
Feel like my grind takin' more time
Than a bomb ticket to go boom
Dude, uh, let me step back for the back
Get wrecked in Blood splatter, got straps tested
Reload the gat, right shoot with the left hand
Sayin' don't write, go to school, do them lessons, uh
Shout out sad and shit, producing gas and shit
Studio flow, attackin shit, uh
Charge a high price like the gas for whips, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, motherfuckers wanna talk sick, toxic
Motherfuckers wanna cop spliffs, cop spliffs
Mafia, everyday mafia
Finesse that chain, I seen the opp in ya
Aint from South Beach, heat comin' out of ya
YYC deep, no droppin' us
Gripped pack of potent, puffin fuckin' spliffies
Weather gone frozen, cold fuckin' heady
Ain't nothin' stolen, smokin' fuckin' Nicci
Liqs in my cup, I'm buzzin' with 50
Top gone open, green sticky icky
I made the manual, finesse is so shifty
Let me walk and talk it, post Sin city
Rhymes Wu-Tang, but the flow DBE
I'ma tell Shorty to get out her swimsuit
Or wear nothing to the crib too
I could give a fuck about the next dude
I just came to fuck through her legs fool
I just came to walk the walk with my legs too
Shoot, straight out the basket
Who, who's that
Move, back to back and shoot
Look, it's all factual
Wu-Tang moves smooth in a rhyme booth
Cool, feel like my grind takin' more time
Than a bomb takin' to go boom
Dude, uh, let me step back for the back
Get wrecked in blood splatter, got straps tested
Weather gone frozen, cold fuckin' heady
Ain't nothin' stolen, smokin' fuckin' Nicci
Liqs in my cup, I'm buzzin' with 50
Top gone open, green sticky, icky
I made a manual finesse, is so shifty
Let me walk and talk it, post sin city
Rhymes Wu-Tang, but the flow DBE
Rhymes Wu-Tang, but the flow DBE
I'm sayin', zero degrees
Zero degrees
Tricks up my sleeve