[Lyric] 415s (Lil Skycam)

Puff trees, v12, my medallion glow
She squeezed my hand, then let go
But they'll be no more smoke for me
Weather war, about minus four Celsius
Swallowing, woodern crosses, I'm nauseous
Stay away from lames
Lesson number one: first strike aim
I'm a carnivore, my teeth are sharp made
So never be afraid it's running lemmon aid
Beatin moms, yo, pop was a punk
See I ain't trippin on fuck
Just up the boulevard from your world
We gon write rhymes underground, in the underworld
So I thug it out, this game turn it out
Back in that Escalade, we spinnin out, women shout
I give it up for the people that don't get enough
Bless the dead, 'til the day we meet I'm through
The Rottin Raskalz throwin jam was gonna come leavin' Dolomite
Hopin they can get a bite, and write what I write
Cause you just might get it and it might come true
I got attacked right away when I walked in
To reveal that you really got a worthless girl..
We gonna go get killed for some motherfuckin earl
Incredible Incredible we're based on a chemical dependency
Contented on gettin' chest in instantly
This type of shit! Sang!
Chitty chitty bang bang
Shorty Shy, Wu-Tang