I See Dead Rappers

Bitch I'm only leaving dead clappers
Lights on lights off
U pussies hella soft both of u
Can make like BofA true currency ringing true
Ring ding all day long like the doctors money strong
3 is the prong I'm light switches bitches picking ditches
Leaving pussy like gaping in those
Homie catch on to those innuendos
I'm smoking Indo outdoor like the
homie working at the door of Bass pro shops
40 oz stops capping all u fucking lops
Off the tops is where I get my upper deck
in the diamonds is where I have my consignment
In the basement is where my pine
cures dry fly spy dot ur motherfucking eyes