Schemin the Count of Monte Cristo
Smokin on some disco
Look like some cocaine from all the crystals
Bang like pistols in the hand of a killa
Steppin up with heavy weapons I'm demanding the skrilla
See you abandoned chinchillas we we keep it hot as a flame
That's burning blue in the fire and won't go out in the rain
My tag is all on they toes
My bag is full of them dros
Take a toke then fly away
And run the game they try to play
You wannabes on your knees
Bow down cuz the king is here
On em till the end of their fall it's like the spring is near
I see through it never quit
Look like MC Hammer when I'm slammin down the hits
Toss em in the pits
Countin up my splits
Black tee fits 20k of gold on my tits
Higher than The Ritz we reachin the heights
All grown clean yeah it's like we bleaching the lights ay
Twenty Sixes on the Benz I got the Forgiatos
Charge a fee MOB don't ignore the motto
My weed sticky like some glue
Or gummy rice stuck to your shoe
Who's tried say it's true
I won't stall a play I'm in action I live inside the box
We get to robbin if they wanna come and try the flocks
See them birds in the sky cookin herbs in the pies
200 milligrams in that lemon cake
We set that bitch to 350 then we let it bake
I cut the fat and upped the muscle for some better weight
I'm never late to the money when I set a date
Came in lookin all crooked you can bet that we gon set it straight
Goin ham for the cheese
Never planned for this ease
Trap slammed its a breeze
We been rackin up
Smokin blunts eyes bloody like Dracula
Sparkin like a carpenter drillin and pull them hammers up