Fisher Price

Before you even ask Yea I made the beat Yea I make that shit That make you stand Up on ya feet Make a nigga milly rock Up on ya MF Street Make you hit it in a bowl Gotta mix it wit some keif Tell em slow down nigga Be courteous of the guests They tryna throw down wit ya Yea look I cut that school shit short I was up in foster care Had to push the abort Like damn Hol Up Now I'm on my own bra Started from the bottom So I had to get my flow up Niggas they wanna pour up Courtesy of the grower Nigga it's time to roll up So pass me the rolla When I first started this beat makin This beat making I was leaving niggas walls shaking The wall breaking Imma saddle up and ride bitch This my shit Fuck them niggas If they talking down This my shit Imma rep me till I bitch That's a homicide I got my niggas From the Verde And I know that They goin ride Huh yea It's Dubstar once again bitch I done came back? Bitch I ain't never left shit I was never leavin Beating on the track I can hear this bitch screaming Yea Young nigga on some go shit This is mine craft And whipping up a potion I'm on some team shit Whole city come together But it's just a Dream I could never let you stop me Body full of fight Bitch I'm going out like rocky These niggas see thru I wrk with glass So I really mean see thru I put it all on the track You can catch me slipping Never fall on my back Make her get on all 4s like a cat B4 the nights up We can fall in the back But b4 a nigga fall in a trap You can catch me slipping Never fall on my back And I Made The Beat 2...