This is another verse. I'm postin so much to see what everyone thinks...I wanna get opinions to see if I should continue ta wite
Tic Tac Toe, 3 in a row,
Got niggas hittin tha floor, like I was clappin a 4,
Blastin fo dough,
you know-you play wit my paper n' I'm snappin fo sho,
run up n snatch yo chain- you is the weakest link,
I'm feelin like you want a gauge ta tha head, so we can see what you think,
I'm tired o niggas on my pipe like you fuckin plummers,
but you just "can't stop, wont stop" like you young gunnas,
you walk around wit yo chest out n pep in yo step,
can get yo head slumped ta tha left like you got a crik in yo neck,
call me pastor lock how my uppercut lift you,
just tha look on my face , bring out tha bitch in you,
My rhymes is dimes, n they hott as tha south,
shine like the came strait out Lil' Wayne mouth,
No one flow like I flow, rip like i rip- none o you bitches touch tha shit that i spit,
All you faggots get a grip n just stick to tha script,
befo I give you a reason ta run n snitch like a bitch,
All lock speak is tha truth, n' theres just nothin you can do,
about this flow so hott I need a fire proof booth,
I'm ruthless the way I do this is too sick,
yea boy, I'm too sick wit it,
flow like liquid n shit, you betta get wit this bitch,
If you dont go wit tha flow you get swept up in it,
like I crept up wit it, n' put tha mack ta tha back o yo black yankee fitted,
comin in tha game n I'm playin ta win it,
dont step unless you is plannin ta get it,
Be at tha top sippin Cris n' blowin purple- I'll be layin in riches,
You'll Catch me rubbin on yo girl like I'm askin fo 3 wishes
Tic Tac Toe, 3 in a row,
Got niggas hittin tha floor, like I was clappin a 4,
Blastin fo dough,
you know-you play wit my paper n' I'm snappin fo sho,
run up n snatch yo chain- you is the weakest link,
I'm feelin like you want a gauge ta tha head, so we can see what you think,
I'm tired o niggas on my pipe like you fuckin plummers,
but you just "can't stop, wont stop" like you young gunnas,
you walk around wit yo chest out n pep in yo step,
can get yo head slumped ta tha left like you got a crik in yo neck,
call me pastor lock how my uppercut lift you,
just tha look on my face , bring out tha bitch in you,
My rhymes is dimes, n they hott as tha south,
shine like the came strait out Lil' Wayne mouth,
No one flow like I flow, rip like i rip- none o you bitches touch tha shit that i spit,
All you faggots get a grip n just stick to tha script,
befo I give you a reason ta run n snitch like a bitch,
All lock speak is tha truth, n' theres just nothin you can do,
about this flow so hott I need a fire proof booth,
I'm ruthless the way I do this is too sick,
yea boy, I'm too sick wit it,
flow like liquid n shit, you betta get wit this bitch,
If you dont go wit tha flow you get swept up in it,
like I crept up wit it, n' put tha mack ta tha back o yo black yankee fitted,
comin in tha game n I'm playin ta win it,
dont step unless you is plannin ta get it,
Be at tha top sippin Cris n' blowin purple- I'll be layin in riches,
You'll Catch me rubbin on yo girl like I'm askin fo 3 wishes