Ay, gay
He beat on my meat like it was a step-son
I hit from the back and I told him he can't run
Choking him out, now he struggling breathing
Turn him around and he swallow my semen
Third leg be swinging could knock out a child
Marathon fucking I go for a while
Training my meat it might go Super Saiyan
All on his chin, that's where my balls laying
I ain't fucking for free so you better be paying
The nut drying up on his back, It's decaying
We fuck on the beach we enjoying the weather
I'm punching his fart box like I'm Mayweather
Arching his back, man this angle is vicious
Hands getting wet like I'm washing some dishes
Told him to ride it 'cause I'm getting lazy
He said that's a bet then he start to go crazy
Throat going crazy, he draining my babies
He riding my dick like a ship in the Navy
Play with my balls like they was some dice
Dick in his mouth and he gagged on it twice
Eyes get to watering, the turkey he gobbling
Knock on his door, like who could be bothering?
It's just his brother, and he want it to
Typical Friday, just fucking some dudes
It's typical, I'ma go tickle his pickle
I'm fucking no condom, we gotta get rid of 'em
Take off my draws 'cause I think there's a skid in 'em
Looked at his tits, and I slapped them, and slide in 'em
I am that nigga, if I ask you, give me
Shoot balls his butt like I'm Curry, then shimmy
I love all those dudes, but I ain't talking Demi
I'm hitting up Spencer's when I get my stimmy
I'm calling a match 'cause these balls they gon' catch 'em
Digging him out, I be all in his rectum
Instant boner every time that I text him
Like elastic in his booty I stretch 'em
Double tap cheeks like a post going crazy
Moaning my name and he calling me baby
That double black meat in my face it amaze me
Jacking, and jacking that dick on the daily
I know that he love me he making it clear
Fucking on dudes that ain't know they were queer
In dick I trust so there's no need to fear
Run me my trophy for dick of the year
Painted his face got some nut on his cheek
Slanging the pipe and it's making him weak
All in his ass I be making him shriek
We fuck in Miami he getting this heat
You know me and Digbar we just fucking shit up
We need some fat dudes that want nut in their butt
It's me and Tripod and we gay we some sluts
Just like a surgeon we be digging through guts
Tripod on the track and you better respect it
Running through cheeks like I play for the Texans
He big he a tank, I ain't talking 'bout Septic
He left his draws in my house so I kept it
Different niggas coming in and they leaving
Jerking niggas 'til I'm seeing the semen
Fuck with anybody who tryna rumble
I ain't scared of nothing I need to be humbled
I'm popping his back like that shit is a bubble
Dad here is fuckin' we might be in trouble
So we cut it and just lay there and cuddle
I pick up the booty I'm never gon' fumble
I stumble right into his ass on a accident
He moaning so loud he real manly and masculine
I'm tackling boot I'm grabbling and smacking it
Dyke nigga pretty sure his name Jacqueline 
Than his dad came in anyway he said what's happening?