18 year old emcees that rhymes for fun.
Lyrics
I keep the muscle pounding
Left right up and downing
I effin son u locks (how)
leave u fucking grounded
in the dirt 6 feet, yea ass surrounded
ya hear the sound of tech clips
ya heart is pounding
you headed on a death trip
Im bout to make my next flip
dick in ya girl, tongue on her breast tips
I keep her working from the dawn to the breakfast
Ice froze like the North Pole on my left wrist
The kid keep a couple rocks on the necklace
clips in the stash box, dimes in the lexus
if u ain't know, ANT is the best clique
just wait on the next hit, ya weights gets rejected
cuz I got fiends waiting on the next hit
we stay with the best bricks
fiends stray from the next clique
I stay with the lead hip, u totin man
when I push vanilla coke, I ain't talking soda cans
Hysider
I hang on blocks
watch me slang them rocks
and lose keys
cuz my games on lock
catch me chillin in a dangerous spot
when I aim a glock
niggaz run but i got the aim on locks
u must be buggin
cuz u don't be hustlin
with ya musty cousins
You the family man
and a wonderful husband
whose wife his calls him locks
but when she saw my cock
she was stayed to the public
this track is digusting holmes
cuz real nigga clutch they chrome while bump my songs
it was smart of u to duck this long
so what i gut ya moms
cuz u sleep in the bed we be nuttin on
u a man who can't dance or rap
in a site full of prancing fags
who were pants from gap
and as soon as I get the plans for that
I'ma put planet rap on the planet map, nigga
