YERK

It's a pack of swishers
Sitting on the couch If you need em
Seen some kitties walking by
And Ima dog so I eat em
He can try to run and hide
Til the reaper come get em
It ain't a hoe that I would trust
Even a dime with a penny
Lemme put my glasses on
See what the fuck you talking 'bout
I know you funny ass got slapped
For having smart ass mouth
Foen'em know me off them jiggas
I just wanna wild out
Bitch pick what you wanna eat
Before I fill up your mouth

Pussy, you ain't blowing shit
But yo lame ass niggas
Imma stomp him in his eye
So he get the big picture
I can't never tell a lie
Or my dick get bigger
Walk along this white line
So I can calm down quicker

Bro pass me the yerk like a runnin back
I make this play
And you don't get your money back
I'm bangin in Paris
They tryna find out about the rags
And why we all cocking hats
She kno I be fuckin her silly
Scratching me up like a mother fucking bear attack
Mop it up with her mouth
All this semen
Take her and break her
The mother fucking demon back
Look at me now
Flip off the molly
I feel like Chris brown
Or I'm like Tyson
And go a few a rounds
An I bite off her ear
If I'm hearing sound
Better not hear a peep
Yeah
RIP lil peep
Yeah
Middle of the night eat sheep
Percocet, it help me sleep
Yeah, yeah
I need a molly to help wake me up
Yeah, yeah
I need a Xanny so I don't fuck up
Yeah, yeah
Drunk in her panties
She begging to fuck
While I'm fuckin her Raw
And I'm sucking her blood



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Writer(s): Jabril Reed
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