Paris Texas - PACK 4 DA LOW

Ayy
Put his ass to sleep, not talking 'bout Itis
Niggas will get popped, not talkin' bout Hymen
Way she handle balls, she deserve a Heisman
Niggas wanna diss? (Well, where can we find him?)
Oh shit, I forgot, that boy gotta sign in
I don’t hold the heat, I change the climate
He don’t want static, he rub socks on his carpet
Ayy, run up on me? Don’t think you should try it
They all on my dick, don’t meet height required
Stay out the cockpit if you ain’t a pilot
You gotta be at least this thick to ride it
To end your career, oh, I’d be delighted
These niggas is trash, it get me excited
But then I get bummed, y’all fuck up the Ozone
Nigga, you are not allowed, go home
She gave me some pussy, beat it like a level
You might have to settle for second or lower
Mower took the head off a Boa
These niggas they swear they go glow up
Like my nut, he put that on his momma
Felix said he can’t rock no designer
And your bitch only bad from the neck down
Butter face in my lap like it’s IHOP
Nut in her eye, now she lookin' Lela
Now she wanna be up in my future
Ramadan, I can’t eat with you niggas
I don’t go outside, bitch, I’m a Hermit
You got signed, now you lookin' like Kermit
I want that bitch, she pretty saditty
I need that fade, come back to my city
Gimme that beat, I’m 'bout to merk it
He played his shit, he don’t want the verdict
I’m throwin' bows, get hit with a Weenus
I need them hoes, I’m givin' 'em penis
We got a record, not talking 'bout Guinness
These niggas done, but I haven’t fi—