Shane Battier

Yeah, bad bitch with me she like Rolling Stone
Shoot up your damn block, party get postponed
Took that boy damn wock, bust it down two tone
I measure the wock, with the ceiling cone
Can't pay attention, I'm too gone
Y'all niggas too [?] stop calling my phone
Both sides, we shot that fire right at the dome
Fore, my shooters shot, hit that damn lick then I'm gone
Pussy, do you want roast beef?
If I catch that boy slipping leave him dead meat
I ain't billie but I put this Glock in my jean
Free baby EBG my nigga just a teen
Take that boy off cause he green
I tote sticks and I drink lean
Taking fuck niggas off since im 15
I ain't goin for nothin try to blitz me
Baby whoa, and don sensei
Me and Sito free ain't no morе free Jefe
Bust a nut on her facе said it look like leche
Can the band gang go out bad, nigga it's no way
Slit my damn throat, fore I talk to jakes
Made seven bands nigga last May
Four bad bitches, that'll last me
Drag him by his hair, [?] shake
Shoot a fuck nigga like Shane Battier
He play with the mob get him outta here
Baby life knock him off we don't play fair
I'm gon finish that job, they can stay here