[Sly Boogy]
Sly Boogy
Uh uh
Heh heh
Yeah, check it
Uh uh
I be curb servin' this ebonical slang
When it's time to splerge a verse, I'm on top of my game
I co*k back and spit to leave the streets in flames
And I got it on lock with dead bolts and chains
You better duck 'cause I aim for the waist up
If I'm the n***a spittin' the Philly is gettin laced up (ha)
And I don't battle on wack n***a, so raise up
That's like tryin' to titty f** a b**h with an A-cup
But if you blast first, I'ma blast back
And by the last verse you gon' pull yo panties out yo a** crack
Then I'ma backtrack and reach inside my backpack
And slip another clip in the strap and let the gat clap
And that's that, I be stupid, ruthless
With a flow that be travelin' like loose acoustics
I'm a hog n***a like I just did two bids
Comin' home to a gang of whips and two cribs