Shorty Bop With A Hook

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

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 rabbit's
I'm on that next Shit