Fury Road

Fury comin to yo road like mad max

With a fully on a gleek I might blast that

Everywhere I go I gotta bring a Fat sack

I keep a K behind me like a backpack

You and yo mans actin fruity, call you mike n Ike

Sometimes I get a lil urge, I be dying to fight

You a snitch up in yo song you just writing it nice

I get to doin my lil dance while in frying my rice

Cookin up, lil bitch I be in the kitchen

Lame ass, I don't chase I be cookin the chicken