PDK from Vegas - Foil Game Heavy Lyrics

Its pdk Pay Da Kid one time you digg
You know what time it is,was,wasn't Cousin we outchea like a maf*cker
Alright let go Cha Ching
Fifty for a ball
But more for that white cain
You've been looking for a job
I've been looking for a pinky ring
Fresh blue strip bills
All my homies call me Mr Clean
I'm out here looking like
I'm Charlie Sheen
I'm f*cking barely functioning
She turns me on
Just like a push-to-start
I toast her Crystal
Then I'm sliding in her
Like a Pop-Tart
Two hands on that bitch
Just like I'm Mozart
Amnesia to the Limp
My dick don't even know soft
Nosey ass hoe come here
I shoot the hoe nose off
Had to leave the stage
Been gone for a minute
I see you sharks been swimming Waters hot I'm habanero in it
Baggy over skinny
New New Era fitted
Toilet seat up on your head
Right where I'm shitting
These bars that I'm spitting
Like the Xanax went missing
You expect too much for a feature
Like a real estate listing
I ain't a nonprofit
We should work
Yeah keep on wishing
I keep more than your net worth
Up in a michellin
When I re-up
I need a knife up in the kitchen
Foil for the X-ray
Cat piss for the dog sniffing
Catching cases
Ain't talking about court
Pawn shops got me scoring
Like a sport
Tortilla cuz that little bitch a spinner
Im busting open skin
With my dick no splinter
Frozen limbs
When I let my drip drape
Domesticate a hoe but you can't
I Bird Box a bitch that don't drink
Ive got shit down my leg
But ain't none of it stank
I plank walk no arrrg like a pirate
Pipe break no dot it's not a Pyrex
On God I stay higher than a pilot
Maggots finna grow
Cuz you know I'm wearing fly shit Fight for coochie
Then it better be the tightest
Driving range aim
Draco swinging like a Titleist
Already know that someone
From the big leagues finna bite
On this PDK the name
And the game ain't ever changing
The lane is still the same
And you still a lame man
Let me put this into
Lehman's terms for you
Stop being so motherf*cking wack
I get the party cracking
When I walk in
Straight lace I beg your pardon
Would you like some coke
Brunettes and blow
Looking like Snow White and hoes Five of them yeah
That's like 50 f*cking toes
When I get up
I ain't never coming down
When I was down
I had to wake the f*ck up
I keep my motivation
In a Louis V Duff
Too legit the way I move my stuff
Berger & Sons chain Roley date-just
I've got the markers in and out
Just like me in these bitches
They turn me on and off
Like 64 switches
Each one i tossed an eight ball
I f*cked em like I hate em all
Two of them looking
Like a helicopter stalled
One pissed-off talking to her brother
The other two looking
Like they do porno
Double stuffed crust
This ain't no DiGiorno
They was teaching me shit
Mary Kay Letourneau
Super Bowl on
Didn't even know the score though
5 bitches minus 1
In no underwear, that's why
I'm on the Eastside
Walking back and forth to samstown
Metro up to no good
I seen that paddy wagon van around
I got a pack of 29s and a pack of 31s
Cris Clear her Choice Black
She ain't shitt her ass Brown
No nightgown she wanna
But she can't sleep over
After I f*ck a bitch
I treat her like Jehovah's
These bitches running track
My homies running black
One sale at a time
If they need more they double back
Too much heat
We cant kick it like a Rat
Where my budget suites thotties at?
Dottys never giving back
I eat around a Harry snatch
I aint f*cking sweet like nothing
Not even a sour patch
Tighter than a baby nipple latch
Brighter than albino Barbie snatch
I can never solve a captcha
Ccdc fish tank
Got me wishing for the rapture
Three days in the tank
I'm not finna shit til after
The party's f*cking over
The bitch is moving slower
Her hand on my shoulder
Just to help her ass leave
Emergency sack
Put these bitches to they knees
Foil game heavy bitch