This was from his latest song before going to jail
The weed broke down, like a transmission
The Choppa spin em round, like a ballerina
Bitch I’m still spittin’ like I ate a Jalapeno
I’m from Uptown, my bitch from Argentina
My pockets on fat like Joey Cartagena
Stunt so hard, it’s all y’all fault
And when it come to beef, give me A1 Sauce
I’m sending shots, it’s happy hour
I shoot from close range, I’ma need a shower
Brains in the sink, body on the counter
Women and the kids, leave em how I found em
I’m a real n-gga, stand still n-gga
I cut ya face, have ya lookin like Seal n-gga
Then I pull ya card, then I deal witcha
Gamble witcha life, is this your lucky night
My bitch so f-cking right, every night I f-ck her twice
Big boy money b-tch pockets on Charlie Wise
Tatted up, I’m scarred for life
Tell the cops I know all my rights
Got choppas I dont mean Harley bikes
Drop me like a bag of ice
Shades dark, flag bright
Wallet chain, chrome horse
Hair to the f-cking back, call that sh-t Rosa Parks
Dr. Carter man I gave hip-hop open heart
Young Money baby aka Noah’s Ark







