Float - Styles P
Hardest n_gga
Slim
G'd up
Goes
Ignorant niggerish, holiday shootin at the cigarette
While the sh_t is lit in yo mouth
And you gotta be kiddin me n_gga
I'm like an Italy n_gga
On some mob sh_t, figure me out
Can't stop me, I'm Luca Grassi
From the book, not the picture though
You ain't talkin me, I keep the nickeload
The Kansas made for Nicolo and me too
Lightin weed, this way green in the be soup
Wronger than the oil from the tea tree
Singin aloud, playing the Beegees, n_gga take it easy
And my new name is D Rock
Hearts throwed back as if you so afraid to ease up
I'm a genius and a retard
Just the other day I stopped to piss onto these cars
You sweet and your heart pump Kool Aid
Block might take off yo top like it's a tope
Probly blowin booty, mixed with the sour
Riff right now will get you clipped in a hour
If it's corn that's 2, get hit with the 3-4 times 5 star
General coming through (you the man!)
Ask me to go since Scram Jones
You don't want yo brains on yo man's phone
You don't want my n_ggas and yo fam's on me
Won't see sh_t like you caught up in a sandstorm
SS S be the deuce
5 star general, you die if you try me
Any n_gga in the city murdered
SS S be the deuce
Wasn't me, I was smoking weed with his bodyguard
Motherf_ckin, this is beast music
All these rappers is food, I feast to it
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