[ Featuring Juju Cartoons ]
You're gonna march right up to this woman, right
Look her right in the eyes, just a lips distance away
And you're going to tell her, that that bitch is for the streets
Get it, get it, get it, stack up that paper, spend it
Wide body Benz, I whip it,
Why I gotta win? Cause I said so bitch and I meant it
G-O-A-T boy I been it, tagged the homie, now he up to hit it
Cashed the check for the Rollie look mama, I did it
I treat a bitch like a Ford, Im not gonna F if she over 150
I give her some dough, Imma nut like its Shipley's
I just bought some lube, I'll be there in a jiffy
That ass is gigantic, I swear it's like Nicki's
I couldn't believe it, they put her in Ripley's
Her ex getting blacked on a cam like it's Disney
These bitches goofy, they f*cking with Mickey
I'm king of the what? King of this jungle
My money keep flipping, I taught it to tumble
We splitting down rocks, but this shit isn't rubble
My switch and my Glock are in love, they a couple
You might think I'm homeless, cause I live in that box
Well if im not spinning the block, leave ya stiff like your socks
Ya end up with holes like some crocs, I'm stepping on necks
Man that's just how I walk
The pussy keep the meat warm
Swear its like a crock pot, roll my weed on it
Thats some crotch pot, drop it down, pop lock
If you dont like the angle, we can swap shots, think I'm gonna blast
Heres the Baja, haha
Here it comes poof, baby voila
Licking from your thighs up your neck, follow chakras
F*cking with the best like the top does, you should know they not us
Speaking on the fam, you gon' make me have to pop cuz
Get it, get it, get it, stack up that paper, spend it
Wide body Benz, I whip it,
Why I gotta win? Cause I said so bitch and I meant it
G-O-A-T boy I been it, tagged the homie, now he up to hit it
Cashed the check for the Rollie look mama, I did it
Get it, get it
Making that money like Mitch is
Play with my mother f*cking money, you get your wig split
Bitch, I stand on bidness, spin your circle like a fidget
You won't know just where your friends went
Keep it, private, she ran through, she got mileage
Caught a rico, I denied it
But if you need drugs, then I'll supply it
Cruise control onto this island
Pass me the mic, I'm not talking Tyson
Fury with it, bitch, I'm just violent
No, this ain't an act, I we don't be lyin
See the white and black, the feathers ain't dyed
And we ride as a pack, on our bellies we sliding
No, we don't quack, we ain't ducking no fighting
Smacking her ass, the waves enticing
Got so much class, take off like the Bison
Sorry, not sorry, just like I'm Bryson
Tiller, filler, your bud is light, I'm Miller
She's a turkey, the way that I fill her
20 to his dome make him dance like Thriller
I'm making all these bens, I ain't talking about Stiller
Get it, get it, get it, stack up that paper, spend it
Wide body Benz, I whip it,
Why I gotta win? Cause I said so bitch and I meant it
G-O-A-T boy I been it, tagged the homie, now he up to hit it
Cashed the check for the Rollie look mama, I did it
