LOL@ Me Lookin' like Nelly...
SiccPricc...My guns Pop in the city fam...I never hessitate to pop the torch..Bullets a Whiz' By You .I put caps on your head...Ain't talkin' about hats neither....And When you Restin' with the Most High..I'm cam cordin' Your sister..Who to tell you the truth..I never go past her knees...LOL..Like John Stocctons Shorts...She throws a Ugly head fake though...Boo yow..I'm wheezin'..
And homie..I ain't gotta worry about your doggs comin'...You have no clicc...sort of like a broken mouse..I got the mac to your head homie...Like a McGrady Fitted...No one wants to see me...
....And for your cake junior the pound a rise...I got scopes where the beam sit's..Nicca I'll catch you sleepin' for a couple C-Notes...
Fuccin' Peepin' Tom Kiddie ass Nicca...
RAISE UP OFF THE SAFE FAGGOT
EARLY...
.......Your Father....
Robin Keys...