Marco-Bittie

Ayy, hook get behind me, I'm fleeing
Brand new case, I don't need it
275 straight to Cleveland
Ooh, damn
Yeah, that price low, I need it

Stack it to the sky, repeat it
Buscemi drip from Phoenix
Where the Hi-Tech? I need it
Two styrofoams, I need it
Let me see how fast you can drink it
Take it all off, don't tease me
Can't let a na trick me off the streets
When I'm in your city, two-sixty for a G
Hell yeah, boy, I love the beef
When I come back, yeah, it's all on me

Man, one styrofoam for me
Where the Wockhardt? I need it
Oh, you want some smoke with me?
Throw your ass a party, boy, Marco Bittie
I just heard doggie was an opp
I just bought Beans a new pot
I just bought me a new Glock
I gotta watch out for the opps
I can tell the truth, she won't believe me
I can count it fast, you won't believe it
I been living fighting all these demons
I just tapped in with the Reaper, ayy
We can take it to another level if you want me to, ayy
You can get some Yves Saint Laurent if you want it, boo, ayy
You can get the Chanel sneaks if you want 'em too
What you think she do for the shoes?
What you think she do for the blues?
What you think I did with your boo?
Bang bang, John Witherspoon
We gon' count it in the living room
She gon' sucky-sucky in the fitting room