Yeah Yeah
You can't trust nobody
I don't fuck with these niggas
Fuck 12, look what kinda picture they try paint on me
Drank, I know
What you tell 'em slime?
Gangsta, blood, shoota, killer, robber, yeah, finesser, jugger, I do it
Sticks, get to it
Your bitch wanna fuck, huh? Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, oh yeah, yeah
Money, yeah, bitches, drank, mollies, percs, lean, pour me up
Ooh, look what the molly make yo bitch do
Look what the drank make yo bitch do
Look what the weed make yo bitch do
Fuck it, look what the perc make Yung Nudy do, yeah, yeah
Beat yo bitch back down
I'ma give yo hoe the mack down
WWE smack down, yeah, I'm talking raw nigga
Beat yo bitch raw, nigga, yeah, all in her jaws, nigga
All in her jaws, nigga, knocking down walls, nigga
Beat yo bitch face up
Yea, I run, I run the cake up
Riding 'round with the cakers
Yea, we have the baker
Bake me a pussy nigga, try to play, nigga, I'ma go and roll you up like a swisher and I'ma smoke ya nigga
Yeah, you're over with, yeah
Gangsta, blood, shoota, killer, robber, yeah, finesser, jugger, I do it
Sticks, get to it
Your bitch wanna fuck, huh? Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, oh yeah, yeah
Money, yeah, bitches, drank, mollies, percs, lean, pour me up
Damn, you trust that bitch? Damn, you trust that ho? (No)
Yeah, I don't really give a fuck bout that ho
Give her nothing but the slow strokes
Yeah, yeah, yeah, got yo bitch in the room screaming, "Yeah!"
Yeah, blam, damn, well, I just rolled up another blunt, Toucan Sam
Fruit Loops in a fucking coupe riding round with the whole zoo, what about you?
Ya through, they through
I'm shooting, you shooting
They 'bout it, we 'bout it
Catch a body, you ain't even 'bout it
Been 'bout it since a youngin'
Everybody know I want the money
If a nigga ain't talkin' bout no money
Shit, I guess I'll go fuck on ya honey
Gangsta, blood, shoota, killer, robber, yeah, finesser, jugger, I do it
Sticks, get to it
Your bitch wanna fuck, huh? Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, oh yeah, yeah
Money, yeah, bitches, drank, mollies, percs, lean, pour me up
I don't fuck with these niggas
Fuck 12, look what kinda picture they try paint on me
Drank, I know
What you tell 'em slime?
Gangsta, blood, shoota, killer, robber, yeah, finesser, jugger, I do it
Sticks, get to it
Your bitch wanna fuck, huh? Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, oh yeah, yeah
Money, yeah, bitches, drank, mollies, percs, lean, pour me up
Ooh, look what the molly make yo bitch do
Look what the drank make yo bitch do
Look what the weed make yo bitch do
Fuck it, look what the perc make Yung Nudy do, yeah, yeah
Beat yo bitch back down
I'ma give yo hoe the mack down
WWE smack down, yeah, I'm talking raw nigga
Beat yo bitch raw, nigga, yeah, all in her jaws, nigga
All in her jaws, nigga, knocking down walls, nigga
Beat yo bitch face up
Yea, I run, I run the cake up
Riding 'round with the cakers
Yea, we have the baker
Bake me a pussy nigga, try to play, nigga, I'ma go and roll you up like a swisher and I'ma smoke ya nigga
Yeah, you're over with, yeah
Gangsta, blood, shoota, killer, robber, yeah, finesser, jugger, I do it
Sticks, get to it
Your bitch wanna fuck, huh? Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, oh yeah, yeah
Money, yeah, bitches, drank, mollies, percs, lean, pour me up
Damn, you trust that bitch? Damn, you trust that ho? (No)
Yeah, I don't really give a fuck bout that ho
Give her nothing but the slow strokes
Yeah, yeah, yeah, got yo bitch in the room screaming, "Yeah!"
Yeah, blam, damn, well, I just rolled up another blunt, Toucan Sam
Fruit Loops in a fucking coupe riding round with the whole zoo, what about you?
Ya through, they through
I'm shooting, you shooting
They 'bout it, we 'bout it
Catch a body, you ain't even 'bout it
Been 'bout it since a youngin'
Everybody know I want the money
If a nigga ain't talkin' bout no money
Shit, I guess I'll go fuck on ya honey
Gangsta, blood, shoota, killer, robber, yeah, finesser, jugger, I do it
Sticks, get to it
Your bitch wanna fuck, huh? Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, oh yeah, yeah
Money, yeah, bitches, drank, mollies, percs, lean, pour me up
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Writer(s): Dandre Strong
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