Yea Yea
Hol up
Hit it on
I done wrote them lines about a 1000 times
Tryna put me in a bind you know that i decline
Bad bitches on my mind I'm hitting rewind
Probably f*ckin on ya moms my dick in her palms
One stop pussy pop like the fourth of july
I aint gone stop this shit 365
I went from neutral to drive
So my partners gas a nigga to keep me alive
Like you don't want no smoke you shoulda stay inside
Kid Cudi getting muddy nigga day and nite
Imma be popping shit if I play it right
And yo bitch wanna stay the night
Might see her in my story if I'm layin pipe
You nigga is puss i guess these hoes out here dating dikes
Yikes you know i gotta keep the toolie outta sight tryna catch a nigga ripe
(They tryna catch a nigga ripe)
Hit it on 1
Niggas on the gram like they already won (dumb)
Hit it on 1 nigga i be damn if i did it then its done
Yo bitch she want my pina colada
So i break her proper then she call me poppa
She had the baby but me not the father
Don't go to parties cause houses get shot up
If they don't got racks them niggas is not us
So much more money that pockets get knot up
You know this shit is regular
Aye Zai yea
Gone talk to them niggas man
See i don't associate with suckers she gone head back to yo crib
With my draws all in her luggage
Off that D'usse that she bought us suck my pito
Stroke my ego the way she choke should be illegal
She said Zai would you pull up here for a rack uh mhm hell yea
All my shit gone hit with the slap uh mhm hell yea
When my shit drop its a classic yo my flow be automatic
You think i that grab some syllables and put em in some baggies
All my words done turn gold it slows I'm off the rose
I'm cold i broke the stove i glow like yea i know
Dumb Hit it on 1 nigga i be damn if i did it than its done