Sometimes Not Serious

[INTRO] Usted, la quiere conocer Por su forma de... (x4) [Verse 1] On the backside of the flip, never see Never see me on the other side, I'm always green Saying that I'm just a fucking layout Sense me when I breakout Catch me at the steak house nigga, catch me at your bitch house I'm always watching from the distance like a fuckin cobra My head snap back, snap back to my shoulder Nigga saying that you wanna, that bitch straight from Rwanda You still too dumb to see that I done broke the Magna Carta Tip toe nigga, climb slow nigga You never ready can't you see that fucking snow nigga Below zero nigga, you ain't no hero nigga Claimin that you painted pictures Truth be told you get no bitches Shit... I say I only tell the truth You stay away from (stay miss)? pussy stay up in that booth Thinking 'bout that time you said you make it out this shit I made it out this shit, since I was I was a fucking (jit)? Shit we coming out of fog, sleeping in that o-zone, to the floor Bitch leave before the night and come back for some more Want some more, never show that I got that bitch for the door Then I go, in the back, of that motherfucking store Seein' dead bodies laid out on the side of the grass All I see is blood, right beside the broken glass Never got no time to make it out the damn back Goes to show that I won't ever wanna go back, nigga