Lethal Weapon

Ah, wah
Mmh, ah
Ah, wah
DTB on the beat, that's bro
And I still ain't never heard of what you claimin', *****
Lil' richer, but I'm still gon' be the same *****
Neffy always with a heifer like I'm Rocko
I'ma drop four and knock the shell off your taco
Whole body inked up like a vato
Give a **** about a ***** 'cause we pop hoes
Every day I'm in these streets like a pothole
All sticks, I can 't tell you what the stock hold
Your baby mama suckin' **** 'til she snot-nosed
My dogs barking, I'm rocking Givenchy slip-ons
I'm the type to squeeze a Glock 'til the clip gone
And you the type to go on dates and take the ***** home
I'm the type to bring some ***** mom home
Get smacked if your ass acting macho
5'7', leave a tall ***** 5'4'
In the field choppin' **** like a lawnmower
Ever since I got that check , I got a lot of bling
Blue cheese, I think I'm Buffalo Wild Wings
Dirty boy, all this damn mud got me drowning
How you your brother's keeper but you need no rounding
It's fifty on the Glock, I let that ***** do announcement
Me and Lul G out the P, sippin' ounces
Money counter, I don't need no ******' accountant
*****s swear they ballin' like they Baby, *****, I doubt it
Fifty bands, all hundreds, I be counting
On my neck, diamonds wetter than a fountain
I be deep in your *****, ***** drowning
While you at the house with the kids, frowning
In the trap with them packs, ain't no lounging
Might not never got to college, but my child is
Real rap, I'll never do a challenge
And your ***** the definition of what a clown is
Baby, you should put that ***** in a circus
Chop clap like a fat ***** twerkin'
Ah, ***** , I'm good, call me Charles
I don't lie, I don't jaws, gonna die with no flaws
I'ma serve the kickback when the Glock click-clack
The dody in my sack awake God from a nap
If it ain't one in the head, why you ride with the strap?
Started bettin' on the race, I was tired of running laps
I was tired of running laps so I'm running up a check
She was tired of throwin' it back so I got her givin' neck
Before the SOB chain, around my neck was a TEC
5 years old in the Vistas, I was thuggin' in the 'jects
I'ma puke on her face and send her back to her ex
*****s bitin' on they nails, they ain't scratch nothin' yet
Gang hop off the plane and head straight to the traphouse
Bow Wow challenge, he don't live what he rap 'bout
Damn near five bands plus when I cash out
Got a fat white *****, she a cash cow
Big gun, **** around and whip Shaq out
Cavy on the side of kings hittin' the pow-pow
Pull up, draw down, * ****, pow-pow
Get on the stage, rock out, and dive in the crowd
It feel good 'cause the world know my name now
If I go down, I'm allergic , that mean I'm breaking out