Riddle - COMETHAZINE

Grah, grah, the MACs out, sing his ass a riddle

Riddle put that boy to sleep, someone pass his ass a pillow

Grah, grah, the MACs out, sing his ass a riddle

Riddle put that boy to sleep, someone pass his ass a pillow

Grah, grah, the MACs out, sing his ass a riddle

We don’t got no time for yo' ass, you ain’t my type

Big thighs, big tits, big ass, that’s what I like

Big sticks, big clips, big gas, story of my life

I remember them days out on that block, I had to get right

Setting up shop hand full of crack rock I ball my fist tight

This 10 inch, this very long stick, that’s what your bitch like

A bitch nigga, a man who act like hoe, that’s what I dislike

A wig splitter, the ammo in this pole that take a bitch life

Let’s get it nigga, yeah I brought a pole, but we can fist fight

We did it nigga, we the ones who shot at you, and slid by

We with it nigga, we don’t do the joke and tell the opps that they can get it

nigga

Creep up on him, blacked out, he won’t know what hit him

Bitch I told you, we don’t back down, knew we had to get him (Yeah)

Grah, grah, the MACs out, sing his ass a riddle

Riddle put that boy to sleep, someone pass his ass a pillow

Grah, grah, the MACs out, sing his ass a riddle

Riddle put that boy to sleep, someone pass his ass a pillow

Grah, grah, the MACs out, sing his ass a riddle