Space - Flutes N' Bells Lyrics

I got yo bitch blowing me like a flute
No new niggas, I don't recruit
I got yo bitch in her birthday suit
Enough bout yo bitch, you know what she do
Ima big dog, no scooby-do
When im around you, i f*ck up my mood
No bitch, i ain't buying you food
I ain't rude. s/o to St. Jude
No we not cool
I ain't a blood, so i don't bool
These niggas join gangs tryna be cool
All of you niggas got fake tools
Hair long, your bitch might drool
Listen to me, you gon' get school
Not mr. T but i pity the fool
Not from Tokyo but i rhyme like a Ghoul

S/o murad, that nigga my rock
He leave you rocked
Not talking my name, you don't wanna box
Hands quick, swiper the fox
Heart strong, built like an Ox
Wrist on frost
Hair long, she love my locs

Training the beat, hard knocks
You is a bitch, mall cop
Im pulling her hair, Yaga!
White bitch, lady gaga

S/o my momma
I need some commas
New flow, futurama
I am not common
Dennis Rodman, My rhymes red
The shit that you speak gonna put me to bed
Don't make me repeat, you heard what i said
I'm never misled
I only want head
You remind me of Ed, Edd and Ed
Go make some bread
You talking to feds
I heard that you plead
Better off dead
My bars leave you sick, go take your meds
Im infrared