Yeah I'm rollin' down rodeo with a shotgun
These people ain't
His spit is worth more than her work
Pass the purse
Mic check, one, two
Mic check, one, two
Mic check, one, two
Lick
Satellites and pair of mirrors and
And a man without a
Yeah ya tryin' ta tire me, tire me
I can see
Turn on the radio, nah fuck it, turn it off
Fear
Flip this capital eclipse
The vocal tone has got 'em sweatin'
Uh, got no card so I got no soul
Life is
The sistas are in so check the front line
It seems