Check it,I rhyme so sick, i spit the shit , that make your fucking bitch, dip and lick my dick and ride it until i told the bitch get out my crib, Cuz i dont fuck with bitches that feen the stick,I rather have the money, to blow around the place, And if theres fucking beef ill fucking slice your face, ill turn your room, into your worst nightmare, the things you see, can`t compare to your future fears you hear. And i anit talking shit cuz, its a rap, i roll with them OG DM bros so fucking cut the crap, guns always handy so were start the fire, like a lighter, bullets flow to your temple, we call that rightous, Got you saying, just make me lifeless. Now i got my boy DR yo, he`ll show you a show.