Arus' Poetry

I got a loudmouth,
’cause I’m from the South —
the real 956, that 78046 route.

You can call me Tony,
or Mr. Steal-Ya-Man,
if you trynna kick it,
better bring a couple bands.

Hoes stay mad,
’cause I sip their tea,
but I’m stackin’ up my paper —
that’s a guaran-damn-tee.

Yeah, I look stunning,
got vatos daydreamin’,
DMs poppin’ off,
they fiendin’ for the feelin’.

They want me in a thong,
and to fuck me to that new Pop song,
it be sittin’ right
when I throw that Versace on.

Might call my side piece —
I think his @’s Antoine,
he know what it is
when I text “what you on?”