Araab Styles

Yea Poovs

Tunnel vision on these ******

Araab, this s*it is crack, Duke salute

My eyes on the prize

Phantom but not at the opera (Phantom!)

Death of the doctor

Shotty and chopper, hand gun or the hawk

Yea Pinero is proper (I'm proper!), certified

Hop up in the whip, you willin' to take the murder ride

Rolling with that Ecuadorians

Cubans, coke emporium (hahaha)

Came up, doing G s*it real gangsta historian (I'm a gangsta)

On the real my *****

I never squeal and I never do no sucker s*it

Go out on my shell (I go out)

Yea, shoot my brains out, shoot my heart out

Catch me at the juice bar, pourin' a little bark out

Catch me on the mic, just give it a little spark out (put out!)

I'm electrified, and you petrified

You ****** buggin' me, spray a little pesticide

I take face shots, you could put the vest aside(put it away!)

No need for em bloody

You gon bleed for em (you gon bleed for em!)

You gon be the one to hold his **** when you pee for him (yeup)

Cuz he paralyzed, look at the barrel size (look at it!)

And I ain't buyin' that gangsta s*it you advertise (I ain't buyin' it)

You a fixable problem

Kill him in Yonkers and dump the body in Harlem (Oohh)

I'm despicable, with a hawk and revolver

Ask the shooter or a carver if the ghost, is the hardest (Ghost!)

The answer's always yes (always)

So you could **** around

Cause it's always death, waddup?

Yea, should be a hook

Lemme just pop a little s*it right here though

You ****** is nowhere near ready

I can't even figure me out

Every rapper reppin' the set, I know they ***** though

Take my knife, stick it up in 'em

Like they a ***** hole (hahaha)

Yea I been a boss, but then my cars all verbal

And a hoopty playin' verbal intercourse (Figure it out)

It's foul thoughts when I'm reeing up

Cause I don't mean the ball court

When I say they D-in up (they D-in up)

I break the laws, **** the court of law

Penny never seen, with a dime or a quarter so (never seen)

And I'd rather die before a dime or a quarter y'all

But you could get killed for your motherf****n' Audemar

But I ain't got time for time (nah uh)

Dancing in the shadows of the shadows

No time to s*ine (you do that)

I take the digits though, you don't get the picture *****

I'm Samsung, lil' ***** you Vizio

I'm a better show, and a better sound

You don't get the picture for the paper

Spread the lead around (patna!)

**** everything Poovs

I ain't even wanna sign off, I'm just rappin'