Shorty Bop With A Hook

[Verse 1] As I roll the weed up, crack a brew and pull the seat up Got doulas do the maneuver, so daddy putting his feet up I'm multi-talented, my worth is more than music Make the truth sticks, Bronsolini I'm on that smooth shit Perfect posture when I'm standing in the valley The artichokes are roasted to perfection like Batali, dude Peace to my people and the groupies let me jam the coochi Tropical island destinations hopping out the coupé My flow is Sexual Chocolate not outta Jackson Heights But out of Flushing where we hitting hard like Quinton Jackson fights Been on the rampage, you motha fuckas half as nice Verbally jig you with the banger then I pass the knife Right to my man because he always in position To split you like it's division, deliver with the precsion Of Eleven weapons posing by as Heaven beckons You on that escalator up in under seven seconds [Hook] Yo why my marijuana always thinking crime shit? Cause lambs delicious with the '87 wine dig The whip feel good, we're shifting with the left hand The leather glove and loafer matching with the vest and I'm on a mission for dollars and I'm a dreamer Doing drugs and fucking bitches with bottles inside the steamer It's hard not to form a habit I'm getting twisted in the yard Eating foreign rabbits, I'm on that next Shit