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Float Intro - Styles P
Hardest ni**a
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 ni**a
I'm like an Italy ni**a
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 w**d this way green in the be soup
Wronger than the oil from the tea tree
Singin aloud playing the Beegees ni**a 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 ni**as 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 ni**a in the city murdered
SS S be the deuce
Wasn't me I was smoking w**d with his bodyguard
Motherf**kin this is beast music
All these rappers is food I feast to it