Roundhouse to the mouth, Peter Griffin elbow elbow dropkick, now you're limping
Roundhouse to the mouth, Peter Griffin elbow elbow dropkick, now you're limping
I wanted to give you love, and not a dropkick but chat shit and that's just what you'll get or receive
The amount of guys I've RKO'd you wouldn't believe
I might kill your dawg and flee to Belize
I'll plant my heels in your chest with the utmost zest
When's the last time you got smacked with a desk?
I hope you can feel the disrespect, I'm the illest since my blood to come outta NorthWest
Who woulda guessed Dolla got a dark side? And oh no, don't cry dry your eyes
Your dad will be okay, he's just taking a nap
When he wakes up tell him that's what he gets for the crap he's chat
And be glad I didn't Sparta kick him into a Pitt like Brad
I'm not even that mad if I wasn't this dark I'd hail him a cab
But still you wanna talk about all that jazz and shit
Better quit before you get hit with a (with a) with a (with a) with a
Elbow drop and a dropkick Elbow drop and a drop kick? Elbow drop and a dropkick
Pretty bitch wanna suck my stick, flick her off like mosquito tick
I don't want a hoe I just want the bags, being honest I just wanna brag
Imma big boy I'm very rad, you're a nobody you're just a Brad
Take your bitch and I leave you looking sad
I'm a local boy I know my way around the map
Kush smoke in my eyes when I'm driving high
They tell me reach for the skies, but I'm reaching for the thighs