BB

Game's not wrapped, I picked up where I left on the low in the back. Streets ain't sane, your baby momma probably done more DOEs than a court petition order with some un-listed names. Work not done, shit don't expire for the time you put out son. Mr. Kahr Nine fine, you've escaped deportation if it wasn't for the 'crime.' Next up jackers, point blank maskers, I come equipped with the loot sittin' giddy in the next state transferred. Thief me once, shame on you, jack me twice, imma laugh by rights. Got that kite? You see, don't let the unexpected fool you, if you expectin', bitch Imma school you. Talk about spitta's rat they own out, boastin' ain't nothin' to put your hopes in the cloud.