[ Featuring RMC Mike ]
(Enrgy, man, why you do that, man?)
Bitch
(You recordin', Smerf?)
Baby K, seventy-five rounds, I got it right now
Ri, pass me a Perc' 30, I'm tryna bite down
Hit a nigga bitch, her pussy stink, I wanna fight now
I drunk a six and erased all my music off of iCloud
Six-four, supercharged engine, you hear the pipe growl
Blowin' 93, that's 87, I seen a light cloud
Hardheaded, go get all my guns when the vice out
They said he lockin' up all the rats and lettin' mice out
Walk in my granny crib and pour lean on her white couch
Bitch, now I'm iced out
You better not touch that switch, 'cause my whole neck a lighthouse
A nigga want an EP, I charge him fifty-five thou'
Caught him sneak dissin' and went up top with a live round
Used to be a young hothead, I got ice now
Four-five'll clog a nigga system up, he better pipe down
I been punchin' in for some years, I wanna write now
I just said the hardest shit off my brain, you probably write it down
On-hand cash, I can buy what I want right now
Like let me buy that watch right now
Let me buy that Glock right now
You got five pounds of weed? I'll buy 'em all right now
You got three pints of lean, nigga? Let me buy you out
Had a bad redbone bitch, but I ain't like her mouth
Smart talkin', kicked her out the whip, bitch, now start walkin'
Me and Mike just drunk a whole pint, feel like my heart stoppin'
Drop a hundred rounds in your Scat Pack and let the car park you
Nigga tryna pour a deuce up, you don't get dark often?
At the doctor office tryna get some Wock, so I start coughin'
I think I got COVID
Oh, I got gonorrhea? I did not know it
I've been f*ckin' all the bad hoes raw since I started flowin'
We done drunk over a thousand pints, you just started pourin'
I'm the G.O.A.T., bitch gave me some pussy and then started hoein'
I just set my wrist out the window and it started snowin'
Come sign to Ghetto Boy Records, yeah, we part-owners
I ain't got no love in me, I need a heart donor
Jumped in a big dually truck, ran a car over
Thirty milligram Oxycontin, you a bar owner
I bought my first crib off shit talkin', you a car owner
Nasty nigga, nut in my bitch, then fart on her
Nodded off my whole sixteen, let me start over
80K in all hundreds, but I made a credit card purchase
Couldn't find Wock, don't like Tris, I had a Par moment
Bitch said, "Send the Cash App," I don't think my debit card workin'
Me and Mike finna smoke your whole bag, leave the jar open
Came out the crib fresher than a bitch, I left her heart open
I ain't gon' lie, today, I wanna slide, is the park open?
Damn near cried thinkin' 'bout my life, had a dark moment
Bitch pussy bigger than a bitch, I parked a car on her
I need some lamb chops and a double shot, is the bar open?
Seen an opp walkin' down the street, sic AR on him
And naw, not the standard kind
F*cked her off a Perc', made her squirt, now her panties dryin'
Hit her off a six, missionary, it's hammer time
Damn, I wanna pour this ounce up, but this my granny line
I ain't gon' lie, this bitch so bad that her panties fine
Ridin' with a gun, a hundred racks, and two pints, it's family time
Yes, I'm addicted to the lean, but not any kind
Ridin' with the smallest Draco, yeah, the mini kind
Took a bitch to steal from her fam, yeah, her granny blind
My nigga caught a B, then took the plea, they gave him plenty time
No, I did not f*ck none of them strippers at 69
Shit, I ain't gon' lie, I f*cked one sixty times
Damn, I told her sixty lies
Shit, you could keep the ten milli', four-nicky mine
Okay
Gucci shoes on with Mickey Mouse, yeah, the Disney kind
Man (alright), huh?
Thirty clip and then one standard drum, that's fifty-five
Told bro to send 'em through the air, not the Frisbee kind
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