Tom Ford (Freestyle)

[Verse] My nigga I’m a road dog and all my dogs on the road Don’t put your fingers on my whip or that bitch might explode Some say it’s sucka proof, if you’s a trick I can tell it I sprayed my whole damn whip with broke nigga repellent Step away from the vehicle wish it could all be so simple but you’s a groupie And I bought that whip right there with a cheque that I got from a fucking movie Luda! Hollywood, Hollywood, nigga But still rappin’ like I just got out the hood nigga College Park where I been, Southside I’m locked in We double-parked on my block so my block got you blocked in I dare your ass to say something or we might just take something Open up that can of Raid and this Glock might just spray something You insect, we been prepped, you get wet from these ten tecks Shoot it out, stab it out, or knuckle up and get chin checked I’m a lover not a fighter, a nibbler not a biter but I’m all about that life dog Try to break in my house and you might find your wife dog But you also gonna see two dogs that attack and is ready take a bite out your ass You could try to fight it but I’m here to let you know I can guarantee that your fight won’t last You gon’ be dead meat, nigga, puppy chow I’mma be like ‘ding ding ding ding ding!’ who else is hungry now? Come and get it my dogs’ll chew and spit it Your body’s a wishbone and this chopper will come and skid it Ludacris, I’m kinda crazy with these metaphors And been with ol’ bitches gettin’ great skull like Skeletor Big sword like He-Man, women want this seed man Two Glocks like 2Pac, jackass like Wee Man Time to lose that rooftop, I don’t start no key man Decorate this Ludacris, Miss, light up that tree man Smoke some’