B-rad313 - Studio Lyrics

Slow JT, turn me up
To the studio, yeah
We gon' pull up to the studio
Couple bad bitches drinkin' on Don Julio

I got so f*cked up, I put it in her booty-hole
I don't even trip, that's what I got groupies for
Lay a f*ckin' finger on me, then the shots flyin
Bitch, I'm not lyin, hear the cop sirens

Cause I ran a couple stop signs, bitch, stop tryin
Think I'm finna cuff, but you not mine
I be on time like a white boy when he online
F*ck my mama up, I ain't believe when they say crack kill

F*ck no jumper, bro, just say you got some ass killin
I'm a white boy with a white boy, don't believe me
Go on the ass phil, he the type of dude walk into school
And get your ass killed

Damn, dog shit, and that's real
I just served my dog a couple Advils
Yo' bitch need some real dick, get her ass pills
I really got cheese, but I ain't into feedin' rats' meals

I went on a diet for two years, and I'm fat still
My doctor put me on Ritalin, I never sat still
Try to run up, you dumb f*ck, that's gon' get your cap peeled
Gotta hunnid a come up, that's gon' get my stash filled

That's gon' get my stash filled, that's gon' make my bank bigger
Pull up in a big-ass truck, look like Grave Digger
I ain't really white, that's some off-white paint mixture
Damn, or some paint thinner

We gon' pull up to the studio
Couple bad bitches drinkin' on Don Julio
I got so f*cked up, I put it in her booty-hole
I don't even trip, that's what I got groupies for

Lay a f*ckin' finger on me, then I'm shots flyin
Bitch, I'm not lyin, hear the cop sirens
Cause I ran a couple stop signs
Bitch, stop tryin, think I'm finna cuff, but you not mine

I be on time like a white boy when he online