Heaven Thru the Backdoor

You can see it in my eyes god I'm on the way out

Man What's the last words comin out my mouth

I get you in my Clutches it's lunches tigas twistin dutches

Lookin at my bank roll bunches

Pitbull leavin to rush your room like a cartoon

In to soon now we scrap like some racoons

Ain't no secret about the candy yams

I like the candy yams greens and candy yams

Twirl the rope like tha lasso or let it pop yo

And heres your vision of a pinzo Picasso

The Cheetha Chicky nail that mix the nina with the reefa

Smile like a Jackal, shoot you in the ankle

Don't like spider web, you only get tangles

And here I come running, trying to spit more ammo

Ride out the shadows, Homey close the gap

I hold hold money like a ball player hold a cramp, oh

Tight with money and pain, over and over again

And we can do it with cane, and we can do it the same

At your ass like a Scorpio. Set to go

Tiga let me know

Ya dig?

A new version of the four four

I'm a hit heaven like I hit the club - baby through the back door

A new version of the four four

I'm a hit heaven like I hit the club - baby through the back door

A magical conversation I cut your ass down

Like a block nigga hit by a 4-pound-right-now

I swing the sticky like a golf ball

Ready itll pop ya'll Aimin at me gun

And don't stop ya'll

If I could turn back the hands of time

Id sell coke in Miami say "the world is mine"

Sometimes my job expectations or court accusations

Hit the car with the weed and the navigation

I keep a lolipop like Cojack

I take a hoe nap

UP in ya lap tell ya hold that Yea!

The Fillmoe King of the ryme, it's like I'm feeling for time

Man you can wait but I'm scheming for mine

Cu cu cu gotta get the cabbage

I'm living way mad and get the ke lup for the freak cause she speak spanish

Man I ain't never been a copy cat

I throw raps at any disc jockey back

Tennessee- call me little Denny, cause I'm ryhme ready

The big homies came and got me in a blue Chevy

It's like this, yea I gotta rattle the cage,

If you wonder what I do-bitch I party for days

I keep it hot like a heat wave, rollin around

Stand you up like some pins then I'm bowling you down

Said it before, yea I'm rhyme ready

And when the suns down- Jamacian drug posse see me sayin "come down"

Drank a little bit, me and vacko

Once again it's the pinzo Picasso