Mazda At Da Partment - Kryptikphonk

It's Lil Tre Been a boss since the little nigga wit the fade Hair grew, pockets ehh but I'm still the same Sike nigga, think that little boy grew insane But that's alright Yeah that's alright The way I'm driving probably crash up on the interstate I'm smokin' and I'm drinkin' and I'm speedin' cause a nigga late I hit the brakes Throw the bitch in neutral so I don't stall Pissed cause the music interrupted by a phone call But I don't answer I don't even look to see who it is I ain't got time to talk niggas bout no stupid shit I cut the music back on I was bangin' Ludacris Bust a shot off in the air now everybody movin' bitch Said everybody movin' bitch I'm zoomin' thru the traffic like a nigga in commercials for them Mazdas would be doin' it Someone grab the lubricant I'm a fuck the world and put my fist and put my arm and fuck around and put my shoe in it Now tell me who the rudest is Me, young little T to the R - E Something that you probably see on safari And I'm armed with some arms that could harm a whole army Part of me feel like probably I got all the right parts in me to put me up on top of the charts if I put my heart in it So let me drop my hardest shit Picasso with the artistry Before I make some art out of the contents of my arteries Be careful Or you gon' get yo hair pulled I'm fightin' like a gay nigga led me by example Let's go buy some Pampers I got niggas shittin' on themselves you would think it was American Vandal A terrorist scandal The cops is at my door again They might light me up this time so I don't think I'll open it Backwood with the dope in it I don't like to look inside the mirror because the puusy that's inside it has been scaring me I think I need some therapy 'cause I ain't takin' care of me So everyone beware of me I'll fight you if you stare at me I'm looking at a pair of me's The good guy and the parody The good guy can't compare to the illusions of the parody Was focused on the tyranny Till I smoked me some cherry tree The objects in the mirror you see are near until you clear the scene Stay balanced like a triple beam I'm bluer than a Crip regime Need dimethyltriptamine My mind don't mean shit to me I am the epitome of finding an epiphany I'm flyin' with some different wings and grindin' with some new trucks I'm tryin' me some different things to find a way to move up Everything a victory so I don't need to choose up Stand down I'll have 'em on the talkie screaming man down Coffins gon' be dropping in the plots with all your fam round Broccoli in my pocket got me walkin' like a cash cow Fire I be sparkin' got me feelin' like a match now Racial profiling finally feelin' like I'm black now I be gettin fried dipped in white like it's ranch now I might hit the oil with the light like a lamp now She gon' bring her toys and spend the night like a grandchild I'm just talkin' shit, I caught these niggas with they pants down And I'm a take they dicks and put em in they own ass now I'm a kill these niggas when I get these lil raps out Kickback on the toolie almost blew a nigga back out