Tire marks, tire marks, finish line with the fire marks
When the relay starts I'm a runaway slave-master
Shittin' on the past gotta spit it like a pastor
After, bash her, did it like doe like dasher, faster-motorbike faster
Iggy gotta get a b*tch watch for my rapture
White b*tch go, 'bout to blow like the wind
Penthouse too roof top at the wind
When I win, when I win I win, no when I wid 'em
they good like shin
Got hoes on call, got hoes on call to come
through take a pro-to-call
Just damagin' that's my protocol
Dismantle ya, Australians on Slauson, no camera, I don't care who you are
No condom rap gotta give it to you raw
Pitchfork point better pass me the joint
Gotta twist this beat I'ma sprang my joint
Straight crack rock, go to the pop-pop
Pumo jiggy rap city, no tiggy - yeah shorty do illa' I'm raw no digga'
What's my muthaf*ckin' name it's Iggy not Jiggy
Don't compare me to her, throw the b*tch in the ditch
Ruff ruff ho, could da b*tch I'm big
Sewed the game up stapled up in a stitch
Click-click pow D.R.U.G.S. gang, my clique
Look at my heels LV on it, ignorant art,
everybody on it
Everybody want it, 666 got a three car garage driveway be the omen
Boss like Cowen?
Hate me, Chordz 3D can't see me
Pockets better than a H3, I don't see you like
mace-me, ugh

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