Hollow everyday i don't feel no f*cking thing
I got an icy wrist yeah i got an icy bling
Pussy boy gonna run everytime i f*ckin swing
Why she wanna f*ck me everytime she f*ckin ring
Creazy gang we really bout hittin all these licks
Hittin this joint ccg don't do those cancer sticks
Got your bitch on my lap and she be doin tricks
I be f*ckin all these hoes i just three bricks
Got these people mad i'm wearin the crown
Dont take you serious you be a clown
You gonna run when i pull up at yo town
Spittin rhymes till im six feet under like steven hawkin
You better shut your f*ckin mouth we wish you no talking