Yeah, hoe pop an x, yeah that bitch is a geeker
Took her to burger king 'cause that shit cheaper
Test all my diamonds and that shit blow out the meter
Bitch put my dick to her mouth
Made my meat hurt
Beat up that pussy, that shit like a heater
She got twenty bodies, to you she a keeper
Step on that bitch like a motherf*ckin' sneaker
Pockets fat like Rick Ross
Pull up with sticks like we playin' lacrosse
Buy what I want I don't care bout the cost
I pull out them racks and she droppin' her draws
You can hear the exhaust
I got the juice, yeah the motherf*ckin' sauce
And you late to the wave, nigga damn it's your lost
If you play with them chos then we taking you off
Doot doot
Put a hole in a nigga like a fruit loop
This a trackhawk lil nigga, not a coupe coupe
I don't talk nigga, I just boop boop
Clean him up, poop scoop
These niggas be green just like Hulu
Yeah, I call up my dog just like roo-roo
Tie her hair up, she look just like New new
Grip on my dick, and she feel on my six pack
We took his watch, need to go get your wrist back
All of my diamonds biracial, they mix-match
Shot him down, now his mom callin' the dispatch
Bend over lil bitch, let me hit that
Wockiana my cup, you can't sip that
Designer garments all on me, I'm in that
See an opp on the corner, I bend that
Whole lot of shots, yeah I send that
Riding round in that U with a new glockiana
Yeah, you start a sentence I end that
My partners from hell, they gon' pull you down under
You act like a kid, you get kidnapped
Brand new kd and I ball like the Thunder
I'm done with your hoe, take your bitch back
That boy was not gang, pussy you was a runner
Hoe pop an x, yeah that bitch is a geeker
Took her to burger king 'cause that shit cheaper
Test all my diamonds and that shit blow out the meter
Bitch put my dick to her mouth
Made my meat hurt
Beat up that pussy, that shit like a heater
She got twenty bodies, to you she a keeper
Step on that bitch like a motherf*ckin' sneaker
Pockets fat like Rick Ross
Pull up with sticks like we playin' lacrosse
Buy what I want I don't care bout the cost
I pull out them racks and she droppin' her draws
You can hear the exhaust
I got the juice, yeah the motherf*ckin' sauce
And you late to the wave, nigga damn it's your lost
If you play with them chos then we taking you off
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Yeah, hoe pop an x, yeah that bitch is a geeker
Took her to burger king 'cause that shit cheaper
Test all my diamonds and that shit blow out the meter
Bitch put my dick to her mouth
Made my meat hurt
Beat up that pussy, that shit like a heater
She got twenty bodies, to you she a keeper
Step on that bitch like a motherf*ckin' sneaker
Pockets fat like Rick Ross
Pull up with sticks like we playin' lacrosse
Buy what I want I don't care bout the cost
I pull out them racks and she droppin' her draws
You can hear the exhaust
I got the juice, yeah the motherf*ckin' sauce
And you late to the wave, nigga damn it's your lost
If you play with them chos then we taking you off
Doot doot
Put a hole in a nigga like a fruit loop
This a trackhawk lil nigga, not a coupe coupe
I don't talk nigga, I just boop boop
Clean him up, poop scoop
These niggas be green just like Hulu
Yeah, I call up my dog just like roo-roo
Tie her hair up, she look just like New new
Grip on my dick, and she feel on my six pack
We took his watch, need to go get your wrist back
All of my diamonds biracial, they mix-match
Shot him down, now his mom callin' the dispatch
Bend over lil bitch, let me hit that
Wockiana my cup, you can't sip that
Designer garments all on me, I'm in that
See an opp on the corner, I bend that
Whole lot of shots, yeah I send that
Riding round in that U with a new glockiana
Yeah, you start a sentence I end that
My partners from hell, they gon' pull you down under
You act like a kid, you get kidnapped
Brand new kd and I ball like the Thunder
I'm done with your hoe, take your bitch back
That boy was not gang, pussy you was a runner
Hoe pop an x, yeah that bitch is a geeker
Took her to burger king 'cause that shit cheaper
Test all my diamonds and that shit blow out the meter
Bitch put my dick to her mouth
Made my meat hurt
Beat up that pussy, that shit like a heater
She got twenty bodies, to you she a keeper
Step on that bitch like a motherf*ckin' sneaker
Pockets fat like Rick Ross
Pull up with sticks like we playin' lacrosse
Buy what I want I don't care bout the cost
I pull out them racks and she droppin' her draws
You can hear the exhaust
I got the juice, yeah the motherf*ckin' sauce
And you late to the wave, nigga damn it's your lost
If you play with them chos then we taking you off
Took her to burger king 'cause that shit cheaper
Test all my diamonds and that shit blow out the meter
Bitch put my dick to her mouth
Made my meat hurt
Beat up that pussy, that shit like a heater
She got twenty bodies, to you she a keeper
Step on that bitch like a motherf*ckin' sneaker
Pockets fat like Rick Ross
Pull up with sticks like we playin' lacrosse
Buy what I want I don't care bout the cost
I pull out them racks and she droppin' her draws
You can hear the exhaust
I got the juice, yeah the motherf*ckin' sauce
And you late to the wave, nigga damn it's your lost
If you play with them chos then we taking you off
Doot doot
Put a hole in a nigga like a fruit loop
This a trackhawk lil nigga, not a coupe coupe
I don't talk nigga, I just boop boop
Clean him up, poop scoop
These niggas be green just like Hulu
Yeah, I call up my dog just like roo-roo
Tie her hair up, she look just like New new
Grip on my dick, and she feel on my six pack
We took his watch, need to go get your wrist back
All of my diamonds biracial, they mix-match
Shot him down, now his mom callin' the dispatch
Bend over lil bitch, let me hit that
Wockiana my cup, you can't sip that
Designer garments all on me, I'm in that
See an opp on the corner, I bend that
Whole lot of shots, yeah I send that
Riding round in that U with a new glockiana
Yeah, you start a sentence I end that
My partners from hell, they gon' pull you down under
You act like a kid, you get kidnapped
Brand new kd and I ball like the Thunder
I'm done with your hoe, take your bitch back
That boy was not gang, pussy you was a runner
Hoe pop an x, yeah that bitch is a geeker
Took her to burger king 'cause that shit cheaper
Test all my diamonds and that shit blow out the meter
Bitch put my dick to her mouth
Made my meat hurt
Beat up that pussy, that shit like a heater
She got twenty bodies, to you she a keeper
Step on that bitch like a motherf*ckin' sneaker
Pockets fat like Rick Ross
Pull up with sticks like we playin' lacrosse
Buy what I want I don't care bout the cost
I pull out them racks and she droppin' her draws
You can hear the exhaust
I got the juice, yeah the motherf*ckin' sauce
And you late to the wave, nigga damn it's your lost
If you play with them chos then we taking you off
Writer: Joshua Smith
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