Thou shall not front on real shit

Aww hell

Face a thousand deaths

From Mr. Spit Vicious

I go hard like concrete floors

Make bitches legs open like lambo doors

Up, Out

Nigga rock the first season DBC to Mr. Chow

My ghetto chick orderin food she cant pronounce

Eat mama 

Let it stick to your ribs

But no pics

Tell your friends bout the shit that we did

Cuz I cant have no evidence

Of me hangin with other chicks

Floatin round

Wifey tryna fight me on some Springer shit

It's Curren$y

Or you can call me Mr. Clean Kicks

My day job consists of business first

And video games

Bong hits and pullin skirts

Vacationing month long trips

Scamp of the Earth

I'm tryna find what any

All do was in search of

Was it love

Not sho

But I know

That ya man Hot Spitta aint

One of these niggas who

Don't know how to dress

So they swagga jack Jigga

Wait to see him on stage wit it 

Then they internet shop until they get it

I saw they same thing happen to me

Niggas laughed at my Steez

Now they wearin DC's

Fashion misfits

I'm fashion gifted

You niggas Boo Boo

Find Yogi

Crash a picnic

Spitta, yea