I’m a young thriller.

In blue, realer.

We are cold heart millers.

I’m a G.

I’m a’ hit ’em like doubles to left field.

RBI got ’em runnin’.

My set fully locked.

G pact’s team street.

Laser beam’s gon’ make ’em layer rock.

Boe’s out of shadows.

Fallows at the door.

My Fallow’s in galore.

I hear you screamin’ like the beat.

We ball.

Ridin’ waves on hovercraft into my hood.

Deck for the yacht means the syndicate’s on top.

Chillin’ soft like coral cogs.

I’m getting’ pay like the king was robbed in my woods.

Jet ski’s is squeezin’ uzi’s.

Fallow’s gon’ bus’ on yo’ blocks.

MiG’s spray noxious phase.

Smokin’ you down a blunt of Endo, always.

My G’s grip like claws with heat seekers.

You know I don’t run from a despot.

G’s catch parol like a don.

Put D’s in the mix and I’m gonna write ’em off if they come across 5^th Street peat at the twist.

I’m the one and own’.

In bog scenes with cash to cast fog.

The firespace burnin’ knocks off her socks.

Net shots open up the plot.

Land out bog slums for predatory hogs.

Fallow heat zone’s lit wi’ G’s in the RR, side doors open until we unclip the automatic.

I’m here, now, boe’s time to resist.

I see you like some loam.

No POs in my home.

Fallows Y I am comin’ to def.

Explode, next.

I’m on the internet.

Put on new blue.

Penthouses is in view.

Boe’s around me will kill to see.

Crips and the G’s.

Rebel S you my B, boe you be off property.

I’m playin’ aces.

In my syphon hearin’ basses.

Roll like colored shoe laces.

Boe’s strappin’.

The Fallows G’s rea’rry rappin’.

A diamond watch on, says it’s tic toc, time goes the bomb.

Burst in my eyesight.

Savage hordes the bogs gore.

Rollin’ and rappin’.

Bear’s got bogs mappin’.

When I’m rich I’m in the gangs.

G’s F Side we tagged.

I see rad.

Boe is criminal.

My boe’s need peat.

You got beat.

Luckily for us, I like you enough.

You blue’d up.