Okay!
Okay, I'm flyer than a robin
Bitches corn-cobbing
Blowing out her back, I'mma leave her throat throbbing
Run up on me boy and I'mma bring the whole mob and
When I'm running out her house her mama tryna give me noggin
Run it back
Double time
Bitches want a double nine
I'mma get a forty-five
Just to keep myself alive
Hit it from the back, Eminem, I'mma run a mile
She just want the dick, she ain't slick, hoe is in denial
I'mma do laps in that hoe like I'm in the Nile
Disrespect the gang and I'mma snap like a crocodile
Looking at this wifey while she eye me up across the aisle
If he wanna fight me I'mma leave his blood across the tile
Shorty want dick, I'mma hit from the back
Only make hits with the bass and the claps
Coming at my name but he don't even know the facts
I'mma triple X him like I'm tied up on the tracks
I'mma take off, no I won't catch a case
When I fuck that bitch I'm gonna nut up on her face
She be off the molly bumping music with the bass
Leave up out her house without her number or a trace
My bag sealed like zip ties
She ain't fuck, that bitch lied
Homie still be flexing like he Blood, but he be Crip tied
He been out since Nip died
Guess he wanna fist fight
I'mma give that boy a bloody nose, I'll make him drip dry
Bitches corn-cobbing
Blowing out her back, I'mma leave her throat throbbing
Run up on me boy and I'mma bring the whole mob and
When I'm running out her house her mama tryna give me noggin
Run it back
Double time
Bitches want a double nine
I'mma get a forty-five
Just to keep myself alive
Hit it from the back, Eminem, I'mma run a mile
She just want the dick, she ain't slick, hoe is in denial
I'mma do laps in that hoe like I'm in the Nile
Disrespect the gang and I'mma snap like a crocodile
Looking at this wifey while she eye me up across the aisle
If he wanna fight me I'mma leave his blood across the tile
Shorty want dick, I'mma hit from the back
Only make hits with the bass and the claps
Coming at my name but he don't even know the facts
I'mma triple X him like I'm tied up on the tracks
I'mma take off, no I won't catch a case
When I fuck that bitch I'm gonna nut up on her face
She be off the molly bumping music with the bass
Leave up out her house without her number or a trace
My bag sealed like zip ties
She ain't fuck, that bitch lied
Homie still be flexing like he Blood, but he be Crip tied
He been out since Nip died
Guess he wanna fist fight
I'mma give that boy a bloody nose, I'll make him drip dry
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Writer(s): Grayson Labar
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