I don't shop at the mall, all y'all just Dumb mothafuc[b]k[/b]a, I'm a goddamn artist You can give me some markers and I'll draw you a closet And you know that it's GOLF, bitch, gonna make the deposit Nigg[b]a[/b] fresh to death like he got dressed in a coffin Cons, overalls, and a striped shirt The boy drips swag like a broken faucet It's runnin', [b]n[/b]igga, I'm runnin' shit That cherry be the bomb like he ran in Boston Won't stop 'til the cops surround him One [b]n[/b]igga jiggy and the other awesome With his fu[i]c[/i]kin' face blown off, that's how they found him It's Young T