Yo n***a, we rollin on the phone,
Rollin mo scrilla on my primco phone,
I'm like a big fat gorilla with my skizza,
Like a mutha fuckin game quizza.
I buss a left, a right, I'm mutha fuckin tight,
My frosty wrist is worth a mill,
Now get down ho and suck on lil' will,
We rollin down the block, with intendin to kill,
Put up yo mutha fuckin hands, yo, this s**t fo' reel,
The Po'Po' be creepin on the lo' lo',
Cuz they don't no no, I'm the big a** skrilla that be fuckin yo ho,
Now get down on your knees and slop da knob,
Don't f**k with this skrilla, I'm the motha fuckin bomb,
And I eat chicken wangs with corn on the cob.
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