WATERFALL

Look, yo, straight out the basket hoop
Yo, yo, grip the pack of potent
Yeah, grip the pack of potent
Uh, gripped a pack of potent

Look look, I gripped a pack of potent
Puffin' fuckin' spliffies, weather gone frozen
Cold fuckin' heady, ain't nothin' stolen
Smokin' fuckin' nicci, liqs in my cup

I'm buzzin' with 50, top gone open
I made the manual, finesse is so shifty
Let me walk and talk it, posted sin city
Rhymes Wu-Tang, but the flow DBE

I'm sayin', F-I-N-E double S-E
Tricks up my sleeve, 50 Nic in the breeze
I'm a fuckin' beast, I'm a fuckin' fiend
For the fuckin' weed, for the fuckin' dream

Face me, face who? My whole fuckin' team
Yeah, they do, they go straight ruth
Less with, no trace too
We all go ape, dude, murder was the case Snoop

Fresh do the fade too, uh
Fresh do the fade too, uh
Tell Shorty to get out her swimsuit
Or wear nothing to the crib too

I could give a fuck, bout the next dude
I just came to fuck through her leg's fool
I just came to walk the walk with my legs too
I just came to talk the talk on the bed too

I just came to drop the top on the Benz coupe
Shoot, straight at the basket hoop
Who's that? Move, back to back and shoot
Look, it's all factual, time

Moove smooth in a rhyme booth, cool
Feel like my grind takin' more time
Than a bomb ticket to go boom
Dude, uh, let me step back for the back

Get wrecked in Blood splatter, got straps tested
Reload the gat, right shoot with the left hand
Sayin' don't write, go to school, do them lessons, uh
Shout out sad and shit, producing gas and shit

Studio flow, attackin shit, uh
Charge a high price like the gas for whips, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, motherfuckers wanna talk sick, toxic
Motherfuckers wanna cop spliffs, cop spliffs

Mafia, everyday mafia
Finesse that chain, I seen the opp in ya
Aint from South Beach, heat comin' out of ya
YYC deep, no droppin' us

Gripped pack of potent, puffin fuckin' spliffies
Weather gone frozen, cold fuckin' heady
Ain't nothin' stolen, smokin' fuckin' Nicci
Liqs in my cup, I'm buzzin' with 50

Top gone open, green sticky icky
I made the manual, finesse is so shifty
Let me walk and talk it, post Sin city
Rhymes Wu-Tang, but the flow DBE

I'ma tell Shorty to get out her swimsuit
Or wear nothing to the crib too
I could give a fuck about the next dude
I just came to fuck through her legs fool

I just came to walk the walk with my legs too
Shoot, straight out the basket
Who, who's that
Move, back to back and shoot

Look, it's all factual
Wu-Tang moves smooth in a rhyme booth
Cool, feel like my grind takin' more time
Than a bomb takin' to go boom

Dude, uh, let me step back for the back
Get wrecked in blood splatter, got straps tested
Weather gone frozen, cold fuckin' heady
Ain't nothin' stolen, smokin' fuckin' Nicci

Liqs in my cup, I'm buzzin' with 50
Top gone open, green sticky, icky
I made a manual finesse, is so shifty
Let me walk and talk it, post sin city

Rhymes Wu-Tang, but the flow DBE
Rhymes Wu-Tang, but the flow DBE
I'm sayin', zero degrees

Zero degrees
Tricks up my sleeve