Flow

*scratching*

Magnificent I'm married to the streets for better or worse

I better my verse cause my chedda come first

I might grab the mic but still wet up your shirt

Then pay for your funeral leather your hearse

I bring heat to make the world get stuffy enough game

To park the slab come back and put your girl on a Huffy

Yo Mag rock pearls cause they lovely boppers boppers

Just love how the choppers shining twirl on a Dully

How you wanna do it spit the tech or a jab

You got screens but I connect the Internet in my slab

You ain't said s**t me and Mike wreck the collabs

F**k the hate you can show us love direct with a dab

And to let you haters know I'm straight out the gutter

I got n***az on my team that'll take out your mother

Bill sixty with the markers my click be with the sparkles

My wallet stay fatter than Nikki from the Parkers

Like I won't shatter your sections

I go from being a nice guy to f**k you in a matter of seconds

Pack a nine just to find the haters

And I'm passing shells out like taco combined to waiters

*scratching*