fang, sitting in his cage after being captured by the school, murmuring under his breath as quietly as possible: this one is for the boys with the booming system top down AC with the cooling system when he come up in the club he be blazin up got stacks on deck like he savin up and he ill he real he might got a deal he pop bottles and he got the right kind of bill he cold he dope he might sell coke he always in the air but he never fly coach he a motherfuckin trip trip sailor of the ship ship when he make it drip drip kiss him on the lip lip that’s the kind of dude I was lookin for. and yes you'll get slapped if you're lookin hoe—









