My Beginning

In the rubber motha mode, he's running back like, b*tch, what
Hold up, Gigi, b*tch, I throw up
At least the middle finger said that
I'm up to the close up
Don't step on the door
F*ck, sick bang, bang, bang
Whoopies that slide exist
Pit somebody numb
Drippin' the shawty pump
Tipped to the clock with the body dump
I want these m*therfuckers, they know what
I need done
Sloppy puffs with the blunt, I'm too f*cked up to f*ck up a cup
Try and copy us, but what
Suicide out of shawty up
B*tch
I'm
I'm sick of this, all the f*ckin' menace
Your price to menace
Sell this death, don't say no penis
Five nine, the premise, the resurrection of the leopard at the best cemetery
You only find out about us, a swoop check and know b*tch where