F**k ni**a them f**k niggas my blunt bigger than these Lil' niggas
Keep stuntin with your b**ch a** you'll get Jacked and Jilled ni**a
F**k wrong with these sissy niggas
I'm smoking that Bill Bixby ni**a I'm spendin money spendin money
Ben Franklin dizzy ni**a
Your b**ch on my dick I told her I was busy
She say “Wayne on me Wayne on me” cause yo a** need drizzlin'
That p**sy came gift-wrapped bow and a ribbon
And if she bounce that a** then I'm dribblin
That p**sy so wet it turned into a Gremlin
There's only one me ain't no equivalent
She give me brain brain like trivia
I got a black b**ch and a red b**ch
I call them hoes Aunt Vivian Chopper knock your face off
Black shades Ray Charles I be killing young hoes
I got your ho up in my graveyard I ain't working with a full deck
But I pull out that Ace card she grab that dick with 2 hands
Like she about to pray for it clips hanging no curfew
F**k you and who birthed you I'm shining like church shoes
Birdman Jr y'all birdfood I'm bout it
I said I'm about to cum
She opened her mouth: water fountain
When I'm on the scene I'm on that lean
B**ch I'm drowsy
Man I'm so high I don't know what I'm laughing about
I got bars ni**a
And it's happy hour
Riding round with them choppas not them ninas
Riding around with a b**ch named Molly and she on Molly – ha
B**ch I put my foot in your a** karate
Man these niggas can't see me like a diary
Smoke that w**d let's get irie
Nina shut up that b**ch got a silencer
Top of the gun there is a scope
I close one eye I look like a pirate f**k it
Trukfit my b**ch up Tunechi lee big nuts
I'm getting my dick sucked
I blow w**d like it's dust
Spacehead: love p**sy hate feds
Just bought my girl a Ferrari Spider
Told her drive it like it got 8 legs
I'm a made ni**a: Machiavelli
That Mack-11 necessary
I'm a hard head: I pop the cherry
No p**sy no rats no Tom and Jerry
They say your friends are your enemies
Well my friends are imaginary
I'm the motherf**kin resolution like the 1st of January
My ride cold and my b**ch hot
I'm tired as hell but my dick not
I don't gas no b**ch no pitstop
Smoke Barney and Baby Bop
Y'all niggas act like lady cops
My niggas smoke like coffee shops
That's syrup gang wafflehouse
Gunfight I'll knock you out
My b**ch titties is poppin out
We poppin up and we get it poppin
Mask on gloves on
Like Mickey Mouse clips stickin out
Like Nicki's a**
Smoking on that sticky bag
Weezy F: I'm big and bad
Small feet but I kick your a**
I'm the trigger man that shooting star
Eat that p**sy like caviar
She treat that dick just like a straw
How you like them apples Microsoft
Now wipe it off
I do Liv on Sundays: church
Step off in that motherf**ker fresher than some Certs
Uuh Who the f**k is Stevie J
I got the ball playing keepaway
Kidnap your a** kill your a**
Then hide your a** like an Easter Egg
It's Hollygrove to my deathbed
Just make sure my pillow's fluffed
Hit a ni**a with a million shots
What you call that A million bucks
Good w**d we pass around
Money talks: mine got a nasty mouth
It's Young Money Cash Money
Til the motherf**kin day I'm Cashin Out
Riding round with them choppas not them ninas
Your b**ch wanna come round her where the grass is greener
And if you passing that w**d I'm the wide reciever
Ad lib Tunechi follow the leader b**ch
