Haywood

Ay yo, back shots make the puss gush, plus I push kush
The fuck you niggas lookin' to jux, don’t get mushed
I done smacked a lot of men in they face at full speed
Laid back with chinky eyes but I don’t smoke weed
Power pieces, purple pounds, I ain’t switched my steez
Punchin' pimps, pushin' packs, I still fucks with Ps
Shine like reflectors on MBs from ten beams
I could make a fiend have daydreams that’s unseen
Get cream, that’s what I does cous', do dirt, duck the fuzz
Dirty shit, deliver drugs like lesbians be licking rugs
Constantly, configuring my plans economically
Think I give a fuck about a bullshit economy?
Gotta be next to blow if not it’s an atrocity
Niggas tryin' to front, I embrace the animosity
I been through it, street fluent, flow fluent nigga
Hittin' harder than heroin, moving like a whisper
Stay chipper, strapped with winter but won’t shiver
32's back, home alone raps I deliver
Inner city slicker, ain’t a nigga crisper
Take me for a vic and I’m a be the fuckin' victor
Thinking like a prisoner, mad flavor like a prisma
A maniac militia, touch more paper than a printer
Living life like I’m a winner, veteran not a beginner
Now it’s rock lobster tail accompanied by steak for dinner
What’s good?