April 10, 2012

  • 4:30 AM flow

    We got this bitch on lock, so get off our jock. Quit mugging thug 'fore you get fucking shot. Can't reach my lollipop from your spot, I'm on the top. So stop, this bomb's about to drop. Posers hop off of our dick. You're nowhere near us bitch, yeah, we just stole your clique. That's right, you just got kicked. Elmer's, we're gonna stick. Cause we know we're hot shit. Keep chasing till you sick, we're the bong you'll never hit. We play with fire like Miami's mascot. Go blast that AC stat to cool your ass off. Lights on, hands off. Here we go, blast off. You playing like Peyton, take your cast off. Even our beats pack heat. We left you on the street, watching us on TV, we got 'em so confused they yell brain freeze! So bitches get off your knees, we keep you on your feet. Don't wanna fuck with me. Now please go brush your teeth, you blow hard but we blow steam. Call us Katrina, we're the hurricane, you're just the breeze. We got Mercedes keys, you got a Kia lease. You're living week to week, our money grows on trees. You took an arrow to the knee, our mode just switched to beast. Now that we've got ya coughing, go on, spread the disease.