Tarantino Lyrics

It's the return of the monster Vancity goblin ,

I can make a fiend do u dirty for that lobster

Improv proper fuckin with a mobster

I use to know this girly who would stuff it in her casa ,

Shawty was a brick ,

Chillin in the theatre watching Tarantino flicks

I'm on some other shit

Suit tie buttoned up bout make a hit

U cant even hit a fly , nevermind my bitch

I'm trying reach a level where very few men exist

I'm all about my mettle I'm eating up all the chips

Fuck around and see u might find yourself in a ditch

Only Listerine if we talking keeping it crisp

Inside caramel outside Jello hop out of this motha fucka bout to say hello

That's word to Young Jeezy

Sharp like weezy

Bout smack this beat you up can call me Chris breezy

Why all these women needy

I'm rolling down peach street

Working trough the bullshit my homie I'm like knee deep

Why you asking me g

I'm just speaking free lee

Trying make this money so even my kids kids see

I been in and out of zones the room starting to get cold

I've been searching for the reason that I find myself alone

Trying get a bone from this mothafucking bone

Then I went and lost my phone in her mothafuckin home

Head back to the gym I been working up on my tone

Watching some Stallone Pinot Grigio by the stone

Yeah

Set my position to make moves I'm in the field

No more intentions with fake dudes I keep it real

No more republic it's wipe out banana peel

You keep on judging it's lights out you know the deal

Running through the rain chasing 100 Dolla bills

I spit super flame I'm the cat they couldn't kill

Talking that cocaine , have a coke and fucking chill

I'm a mothafucking Killa and I'll mothafucking kill