Yeah, oh, yeah, you know hott in this, motherf*cker
And we still can't start this motherf*cker with out sayin R.IP T.B
Long Live Pit
Yeah
Ooh, ooh, yeah, ooh, ooh, front and the back end
I brought them motherf*ckin' racks in
This time these features gon' cost
Ooh, moon walk on these beats im Mike Jackson
Yeah, ooh, slide down Rodeo with they hoe
She nothing but some hay ho
Yeah, bitch, I don't play though
F*ck all this shit in my play clothes
Ooh, yeah, moncler the jacket
This bitch so hard, you can wear this bitch backwards
Yeah, reversible fabric
This is not basic ain't none bout me average
Ooh, why they talking bout salad
Bitch, I went gourmet and topped it with Croquettes
Yeah, this a motherf*ckin' crew cut, I like it neat
Say, hott what you do it? Ooh, yeah
This some more game, to run an critique
I pop my shit, kappa p
Steak Lobster Mash P
All you had to do was ask me
I don't know nothin' about what she heard
Put some more sauce on it reverb
Slid in the DM and called her BM
And now I'm full tank in the Kia
Top of the Skybox and I see the Benz
Symbol
Say that's your friend, I might steal hit her
Truth in the light on this motherf*ckin' mic I
Don't write I, just hold up
Ooh, yeah, punch me in
They might not stomach , This
I walk this shit down with a eas
They might just vomit this
Bitch, you say I'm a bum, but you suckin' my dick up
Back of the truck, Master P got the hiccups
I mean the hook up
Luh, baby, must've , thought I wouldn't prosper
With all that muhf*ckin' gossip
I gave you 200, cause, you was on E
I wanted to see if you conquer
What the f*ck I was puttin' down
Now I know that's when only you come around
And, bitch, I'm a pro on this , muhf*cka
I play the fool and this is my playground
Nawl you can't play a player, baby
This shit Rotel, baby
Forever gon' f*ck with Rochelle, baby
They like I had kick no soccer
Andre, this shit I'm the doctor
But I kick it like three-stacks, hott stop bring' the Beat back
Go ahead and pull out the drop
Left the bitch, I'm the frog eyed
And these niggas small fry
They know this shit runnin', now they wanna race me
But, bitch, we ain't givin' no small tire
Just sit back, turn the beat up
I see they wanna be us
They say they hungry and bitch on the hippo
This beat, I'ma eat up
I'ma eat up
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Yeah, oh, yeah, you know hott in this, motherf*cker
And we still can't start this motherf*cker with out sayin R.IP T.B
Long Live Pit
Yeah
Ooh, ooh, yeah, ooh, ooh, front and the back end
I brought them motherf*ckin' racks in
This time these features gon' cost
Ooh, moon walk on these beats im Mike Jackson
Yeah, ooh, slide down Rodeo with they hoe
She nothing but some hay ho
Yeah, bitch, I don't play though
F*ck all this shit in my play clothes
Ooh, yeah, moncler the jacket
This bitch so hard, you can wear this bitch backwards
Yeah, reversible fabric
This is not basic ain't none bout me average
Ooh, why they talking bout salad
Bitch, I went gourmet and topped it with Croquettes
Yeah, this a motherf*ckin' crew cut, I like it neat
Say, hott what you do it? Ooh, yeah
This some more game, to run an critique
I pop my shit, kappa p
Steak Lobster Mash P
All you had to do was ask me
I don't know nothin' about what she heard
Put some more sauce on it reverb
Slid in the DM and called her BM
And now I'm full tank in the Kia
Top of the Skybox and I see the Benz
Symbol
Say that's your friend, I might steal hit her
Truth in the light on this motherf*ckin' mic I
Don't write I, just hold up
Ooh, yeah, punch me in
They might not stomach , This
I walk this shit down with a eas
They might just vomit this
Bitch, you say I'm a bum, but you suckin' my dick up
Back of the truck, Master P got the hiccups
I mean the hook up
Luh, baby, must've , thought I wouldn't prosper
With all that muhf*ckin' gossip
I gave you 200, cause, you was on E
I wanted to see if you conquer
What the f*ck I was puttin' down
Now I know that's when only you come around
And, bitch, I'm a pro on this , muhf*cka
I play the fool and this is my playground
Nawl you can't play a player, baby
This shit Rotel, baby
Forever gon' f*ck with Rochelle, baby
They like I had kick no soccer
Andre, this shit I'm the doctor
But I kick it like three-stacks, hott stop bring' the Beat back
Go ahead and pull out the drop
Left the bitch, I'm the frog eyed
And these niggas small fry
They know this shit runnin', now they wanna race me
But, bitch, we ain't givin' no small tire
Just sit back, turn the beat up
I see they wanna be us
They say they hungry and bitch on the hippo
This beat, I'ma eat up
I'ma eat up
And we still can't start this motherf*cker with out sayin R.IP T.B
Long Live Pit
Yeah
Ooh, ooh, yeah, ooh, ooh, front and the back end
I brought them motherf*ckin' racks in
This time these features gon' cost
Ooh, moon walk on these beats im Mike Jackson
Yeah, ooh, slide down Rodeo with they hoe
She nothing but some hay ho
Yeah, bitch, I don't play though
F*ck all this shit in my play clothes
Ooh, yeah, moncler the jacket
This bitch so hard, you can wear this bitch backwards
Yeah, reversible fabric
This is not basic ain't none bout me average
Ooh, why they talking bout salad
Bitch, I went gourmet and topped it with Croquettes
Yeah, this a motherf*ckin' crew cut, I like it neat
Say, hott what you do it? Ooh, yeah
This some more game, to run an critique
I pop my shit, kappa p
Steak Lobster Mash P
All you had to do was ask me
I don't know nothin' about what she heard
Put some more sauce on it reverb
Slid in the DM and called her BM
And now I'm full tank in the Kia
Top of the Skybox and I see the Benz
Symbol
Say that's your friend, I might steal hit her
Truth in the light on this motherf*ckin' mic I
Don't write I, just hold up
Ooh, yeah, punch me in
They might not stomach , This
I walk this shit down with a eas
They might just vomit this
Bitch, you say I'm a bum, but you suckin' my dick up
Back of the truck, Master P got the hiccups
I mean the hook up
Luh, baby, must've , thought I wouldn't prosper
With all that muhf*ckin' gossip
I gave you 200, cause, you was on E
I wanted to see if you conquer
What the f*ck I was puttin' down
Now I know that's when only you come around
And, bitch, I'm a pro on this , muhf*cka
I play the fool and this is my playground
Nawl you can't play a player, baby
This shit Rotel, baby
Forever gon' f*ck with Rochelle, baby
They like I had kick no soccer
Andre, this shit I'm the doctor
But I kick it like three-stacks, hott stop bring' the Beat back
Go ahead and pull out the drop
Left the bitch, I'm the frog eyed
And these niggas small fry
They know this shit runnin', now they wanna race me
But, bitch, we ain't givin' no small tire
Just sit back, turn the beat up
I see they wanna be us
They say they hungry and bitch on the hippo
This beat, I'ma eat up
I'ma eat up
Writer: Pondes Morris Jr
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