PH Chosen - LAST WEEKEND (feat. Teivo & H2OG) Lyrics

(C'mon bruh take this shit, spark the other one too)
(Aye Xae, nigga, are you playing chess?)
(Ain't no way this man playing f*cking chess right now, skip his ass in the rotation)
(Aye why y'all niggas hating on me playing? You know what, f*ck it)
(Don't pass him this shit)
Wassup lil shawty with a nice thick ass, gon flock to a nigga, Imma flex this cash
Feel like earthquake when you shake it fast, them other niggas wouldn't ever last
Don't trust that hoe, that bitch be sneakin, had your wifey just last weekend
Ain't going back to cuffing season, your girl she a season demon
Always pleasing me, she's fiending
Pass her to the crew next weekend
Turnt up in the stu, I'm geeking
Hanging with the bros, last weekend
Gonna get them hoes this weekend
What the f*ck is cuffing season?
Trusting hoes got niggas tweaking
Me and the bros gon show em how to treat em
I don't gotta mislead, Imma lead you hoe
Everything you say like a Rick Barry free throw
Gimme neck, I forgot my ex, therapy throat
Every time they f*ck, they wanna marry me and bury me
All the bullshit talk, bitch spare me
F*cked up, f*cking this bitch, we impairing
Speaking of pears, these boys is fruits
Know they gon f*ck with us 'cause we the truth
(Aye, aye, aye)
It's H20, we driving too fast
Better get up out our zone, don't stand in the way
Or you getting whacked like a cone
Tryna tell you, but you wanna go too slow
I been smashing your bitch when she come home alone
And she call me daddy every time she moan
Locked in the zone, locked in the zone
You thought I was alone, give that bitch to the bros, aye
We not goofies or no dummies
I broke her back like a Kit Kat homie
Got the flow back, got your bitch feeling lonely
Beat the pussy up, now she calling me Ali
We're the Big Three, yeah we're in the lead
I'm way too high, I'm off my ass
That's how you know I'm smoking gas
When this shit drop it's gon be gas, put them bitch niggas on they ass
Called up the bros, said it's on go
Show them bitch niggas what we know
Pull up, air it out then go
Shit, them bitch niggas want no smoke
They don't want no smoke like a edible
If I say Imma kill you, shit ain't theoretical
Bitch had the tight pants on, The Incredibles
Hit it for the night, I can't put her on a pedestal
When you suck my dick, better stroke on my testicles
Met the bitch, same night fold like a pretzel
You try and you fail, I don't need to impress her
No effort, you going home sad, I'm f*cking this bitch on the dresser
On the dresser, it's a mess up
I think I broke it, I don't need it, I don't really give a f*ck
'Cause I'm just gonna break it again
Aye, I don't really give a shit
Everytime I hit it, I just do it again
And I'm breaking in the bed, and I'm breaking on the couch
Imma break it on the staircase, I don't give a f*ck, Imma really air it out
(Imma bust in her mouth, yeah we come from the south)
(Aye, let you know we from AR baby)
(Nah, just me, just that nigga H20, but you know what, say wassup wit it f*ck niggas)
(See y'all niggas later)
(You know what? F*ck it, I think I'm finna start playing chess again)