Shop Til U Drop

**** with me, get your issue,
I got lead just like a pistol
And your mama gonna miss you
If you do not duck this missile
Im the plug, you just the middle,
I serve you from out the rental
You cant ride, you aint my kinfolk,
This a Chevy, not no Pinto
She go low like its limbo, lil freak, she a nympho
Rollin OG, yeah that indo,
Thumbin blue cheese, no it cant fold
You cant see because the tint, though,
I see one time, had to get low
Double parked Forgiatos,
Pour the codeine in the bottle
Feed my dogs,
I feel like Ralo, cendiaries, these not hollows
You aint eatin, no, like Rocko,
Hella shells, no , not tacos
You need yams, I got a carload,
Off that muddy, this not Par though
And the 40 black like charcoal,
Gucci belt with the Moschino
Callin plays like Dan Marino, double up, then I trio
Lazy ******, yall just freeload,
Stackin chips, yeah them Fritos
Guccid down, check my steelo,
Bad *** ** think she Creole
Got no cape, I aint no hero,
Smokin Os and countin zeros
Empty clip, then I reload,
Sendin shots, you drinkin Titos
Perc 30, thats for me, though,
Pack musty, smell like B.O
Knock, knock, knock, like who that be though?
Got the chop up by the peephole
Bad *****, lil freak show
What you want? Got what you need, though
Aint got nothin for the free, though
My Crip ****** countin C-Notes
Imwith slime, we countin B-Notes
Twenty racks up in my Ksubis
You got bus card in your chinos
On the Greyhound movin Ps, though
Ima get it, got the cheat codes
Hit my line and speak that lingo
Cop a five, I float you cinco
(*****, shop with me, ho)