Adobo

[Verse 1: Termanology] I'm in the zone this year Made a few hundred thousand dollars on my own this year Yup, the rap version of fish scale, we got 'em hooked And how it looks, the pot is outside in the kush So however we got to get it Selling guns and yay and putting out records Whatever method of madness bring the cabbage Sick of people saying I ain't celebrity status Been around the world and smashed some of the baddest On the raddest of mattresses, batting they lashes Funny thing is apparently I'm so attractive The bitch started squirting before I pulled out the maggot Hold up, my salsa moves is on fire right now Show off, S-T dot Run off of the brag and show me where the duffel bag Don't get me fucking mad, my killers'll stuff your dad Or take a different approach R. Kelly to your bitch, go and piss in her throat From pitching coke to sitting on boats My life is eclectic, ice on the necklace Spend half my life ducking sheisty detectives Can't match the price, you ain't got no connections It's hard being a dope boy in rap These fucking nerd critics don't understand where I'm at You went to a good school and had a lot of money I went to a hood school and had to dress bummy Only time I had money was the Easter bunny I'm still mad so I don't like nobody speaking to me Fuck the world with a dirty dick Give thirty-six ounces of yay and I'll murder it