Yea, Aye!
Look
She got a broke nigga uh uh
I f*ck on your bitch she callin' me daddy
She try to push up, she ain't got the right addy
Keeping it Jumping, she got a fatty
I'm keeping it pumping, I don't need no addy
Had to leave class after I wrote this
Showing my ass, I had to go smoke shit
All in my sweatpants, I know thats inappropriate
But I was just saying that I got a rope and shit
She got the club jumping like Andre 3000
She ain't in your class, she class of 3000
Waving that 9, like I'm an accountant
Baby don't touch on me, you ain't that arousing
Oh you tryna scheme, cuz I'm with the team
Or is it cuz I was in your best friend spleen
Oh you with the jit, let's keep this shit quick
I work in the lab like Morty and Rick
Yeah!
Ain't no 1 on 1, all my niggas get to jumpin'
Shoot yo ass up if this nigga keep on fussin'
Guns got a dick so they gonna get to f*ckin'
Bussin' and bussin', 30 rounds keep on bussin'
I'm sick in the head, I don't want no robitussin
Pour me a cup, that's the only way to function
I'm praying every night that he keeps me from the f*ck shit
I'm out here every night so you know I gotta run shit
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
E I E I O, I'm all up in this hoe
E I E I O, she got a broke nigga bitch mentality
(Yeah, Aye)
E I E I O, I'm all up in this hoe
E I E I O, I'm all up in this hoe
E I E I O, I'm all up in yo hoe
E I E I O, she got a broke nigga bitch mentality
I'm kind of sick of the shit, don't deal with it
Stop all that talking, just deal with it
I let them choppas rang like class change
Grown up and I'm still with it
30 on the road, I don't be in no rush
Gotta slow it down so all my rounds gone touch
I'm sorry ma, if I'm saying too much
I'm just tired of them talking ass niggas with no guts
Yeah!