“They say the club is off the chain, I’m on my Louie shit today, fuck some Gucci, mane. These n—–s still on my dick they like some groupies, mane. Can’t keep they lips closed, they worse than coochies, mane. And that fruity looking stupid like some Coogi, mane. Let you trick me off these streets, you must be stupid, mane. Tell him this aint what he want, not the boy Snow. But between me and you I think the boy slow.”
“They said the club is off the chain. Straight shots to the head, fuck some juice, man. Next to real n—-s in the city who got the juice, mane. these n—-s talking bout the work but what they prove, mane. Y’all know these n—-s really clowns but I’m the truth, mane. And this is what you goin’ for then what’s the use, mane. Tell him this ain’t what he want, not the boy Snow. But between me and you, I think the boy slow.”
