Paisley Darts

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yeah, yo, yeah, yo

Catch me on your broke shore with beach balls, at least three hoes

Head-wop queens know how to work they jaws

They skin tone is coffee and milk mixed up

Titties as big as my boss' wife's stomach ripped up

Spittin' liquor in they mouth, cold Moet

Captain Morgan, takin' flicks posin', holdin' my cock

With cowboy hats and Coach bags, they party like rock stars

Bulgari watches just chill, they down in the sharp bars

And me, nigga, slingin' gats, cocked D

My fashion on, I'm rockin' the new Rasheeds

I'm a finisher, go in rubber like Mr. C

You can find me fucked up like them mics is feeds

Life's a B, Bentley and big bills

Bottles, biscuits, weed and pills

Bad boys bodyin' pitbulls, karate black belt

And I bring booze to big bar brawls

Ball games, blastin' shit 'til my balls blew

We like the black Yankees, old vets who sittin' and rest

Thankful, countin' up currency and move when the rain fall

From every nigga we bless, we hit 'em automatic love

The Cuban link, nigga, the realest

Let my wallet walk, speak to the niggas, cops, judges

We put it down Colombian style with three killers

Based on money, dummies'll die, it ain't funny

Tryin' to front on how we gettin' the money

Keep cool, nigga, read him the rules before he bleedin' in pools

Or fuck my shit up and I'ma just lose

Paid a lotta paper to live here

American gangster status, big brother, let me get in your ear

You know what time it is, crime it is, no matter what rhyme it is

We gon' stay fly, hit lye, rock diamond niggas

Based on the General's Fist of Fury

Neck, arm, ring, all of that's crispy jewelry

Let me show you how a G ride

Nina on both sides, nobody ridin' shotgun but the fucking fifth

If you won't try, I'll give you somethin' to regret

Throw that motherfucking semi to your neck

Throw the other black jimmy to your chest

If you budge, you get stretched, nothin' more, nothin' less

Pay respect, I'm an element of homicide housin'

In other words, bitch, I'm the resident from homicide housin'

Known for drug dealin', stack thousands

Four hundred grand in the couches, two hundred grand on the houses

At any time, I can move up out this

And go and cop some shit up in the mountains

Ayo, ayo, you know your boy stay fresher than produce

Timberland snow boots, collectin' more cream than a toll booth

I grind daily, patriotic like Tom Brady

I'm the bomb, baby, 'cause what I write is beyond crazy

I'm the don with the Teflon armor, good karma, mack palmer

Call me Arab Diesel 'cause I'm a track palmer

Roger that, my niggas ain't gotta trap

What we do is dollar stack, get twisted like bottle caps

While you on the block gettin' indicted

We island hoppin', globetrottin'

Through the friendly skies flyin' United

There's a party over here and everybody's invited

The headliners is Theodore and everybody excited

Fuck that, 'bout time we took it back to the block

The task force comin', I got coke in my sock

White rock on the dinner plate, get cash, shit is hot

Smash whips on the interstate and dash on the cop

It's them dudes, Glock slingers, one-six fool

Crime figure, rhyme spitter, his gun's big too

Call 'em sex pistols, ravishin' niggas, I'm Rick Rude

And ain't many more niggas can fit up in Rick's shoes

Man, listen, ice glisten, they love the life he livin'

That's a given, like football players love white women

White linen, a tight denim, that nigga look right in 'em

Shit, I'm ridin' him, cool as Kahlua's with ice in 'em

Ayo, yo, yo, pass the mic to Cap

Nah, pass it back

Never, son, hold that, you the master of the rap attack

So knick-knack, paddy-whack

This is how we do it, black, smack you with the arm and that

With action, facts, and solo facts

Yo, we on our grown man shit like Quincy Jones

Travelin' across the world while we smokin' the bone

We out here, grindin', y'all niggas know how we do

We get it in with the Murderland, Chi-Town too

Hit you up with somethin' nice, to the death, we got cool

Swagger stuck on your face like a new tattoo

Right back at you, yeah, me and my dude Tony

We don't fuck with fake contracts and shit that's phony

Tryin' to get this money right, homie

And lay back in the Riverside, just chill, relax with dome piece

Linger with a fly dime brick and a chrome piece

Comin' for that guap, yeah, nigga, you got beef