A capone track. Hot street track.
Just spittin
just trying to do some music
Lyrics
Pants always saggin cuz im heavy with the paper/world rotates when im yokin in my scraper/way of life is different, my folkerz puff on nimbus/slanging anesthetics cuz we gotta make a li-ving/if you dont know mang, the west coast is back/niggas wanna question,(whos bringing it back) marios doing dat/straped with the boom bap, gats or them sacks/never be no poodle go out swinging like a battle axe/and wigs get split quick ,when niggas talk shit/burn like in-cense, whenever i spit/draped in any color and your still gonna be red/Lifes turned past tense, Bustas baked like bread/aint no faggots in frisco, learn from the get go/your ass will get played out, like the era of disco/and if you gotta snitch, to make a phat rap/i rather say im wack cuz ill never be no rat/
