Aye, yo' bitch hot, yo' bitch hot
Ah!
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Okay, like, okay, like
Do sports, not drugs
Buddy tried to run, and he got hit up with a slug
Countin' up my funds, it's nothing lower then a dub
Wrist shine, like sun, he done messed up, aye
Don't give a fuck what you saying if not 'bout the moolah
Ice be on cold like a cooler
A fool what he be, it's impossible, see for that boy, to be me, I'm the shit like a sewer
Everything that I done seen in this life that I live
I'm waiting for all it to give
I left my trust in the past with the person I was, it's removal of all of the fibs
Calling it dibs, shawty, she fine? Then, she mine, she get dick up in all of her ribs
All of the kids wonderin' how I be doin' that things, they be calling it quits
Shawty gotta the itty bitty titties with a big fat butt, that's clutch, no breast, so what?
Told him that I gotta get litty in the motherfuckin' city, hm, yes, hit track, go nuts
Put-putting the holes in his feet like a motherfuckin' Croc
I told that boy just to stop
Call me Dwayne 'cause the way that I feel with this ice on my neck could compare to The Rock
Eh
Shawty got them mini, gritty titties, and that big fat butt
Bitch, I been that slut in the car with the bust down
B.B. Bell spin around my block, got a lil' ass gun
It's a World War caliber
Glock in the whip, it's a Dodge, no Challenger
If he wanna box, get a mop, get a janitor
Bitch, I keep a blade on me, Excalibur
He deceased with the ways
Kick a beat like a case
Choppa eat like a feast, wanna heat to his face
And it's me with a taste, on my cannibal, it's teeth on my plate
I'm a freak, put 'em in the concrete if he play
Every week, everyday, I'ma try and kill me 'cause the paint
And my Andy, I'm afraid
Smoke weed, it's a way
I'm a drug deal fiend, all the way
Mama think it's makin' me go insane
But it's okay, bitch, I'm a demon
In the stu' schemin', fans love, they hearin' me screamin'
Take off my shirt, all the hoes stop breathin'
Said, "I got me some dirt," they wan' drink my semen
Bitch, I am her, who you tryin' to be bein'?
Rocks the website, rapper's courage, they steamin'
Every damn verse is about my penis, so I see why they lurk in my comments, like heaters
Like, shout-out my haters, and shout-out the people who said I won't make it
You really can't fake it
Connections I make tryna ran up or risen
Yo' risers ran in yo' pit, little face
Can't keep my name out yo' bricks
All like, "You got a crush on a slut like a layer"
But, I don't give a fuck about you, or the fake
'Cause the shit in my blood is gon' take me to die for a change
I remain in the geo 82 while you hatin', but maybe embrace it
I'm gainin' the base of these people who fuck with the wave
'Cause I got 'em all haters on motherfuckin' cadences
Up in the game, you need get you some bitches!
Pocket watch, and get the fuck off my riches!
Get my dick out your motherfuckin' mysteries!
And don't come callin' back, talkin' 'bout, "We did this," bitch
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We didn't do this, I did this shit, aye
Heh-heh
Fuck out my face, bitch