Extendo (feat. Lil Moutard)
Imma pull up with my mac uh
Lil bitch, I dont need no backup
Yea my money I stack up
Run that bitch like a track uh
Yea yo bitch ass we gon clap up
Yea we so bad hit la lick uh
Bitch get the fuck off my sack
Yea you best not talk that smack
With my choppa imma paint
Yea you finna fucking faint
Oh this money we acquaint
With your blood we finger paint
Imma motherfuckin saint
Why you always fuckin hate
That bitch be licking my taint
Her pussy good, no complaints
I'm always up on that beat
Tippin 10 toes on my feet
I always creep around, sneak
If that bitch good imma beat
If she prego imma skeet
She still wanna hop on my meat
Yea my dick be hard like concrete
Ay ay ay
Wit my finga on the trigga
Ain't nobody fuckin with us
I be goin psycho, killa
Sippin on sarsaparilla
Yea she a thot, dont want fuck with her
Throwing my shit like gorilla
Bitch I'm so rich, got a villa
Bitch I go crazy, Godzilla
Yea bitch its four in the morning
She tryna hop in that foreign
She suck my dick it's too boring
she tryna wake me, I'm snoring
Ay ay
Pull up with that god damn mac
Pull up with the motherfuckin sack
Pull up with the motherfucking strap on my back
We dont backtrack
This a fat stack
We dont lack lack
That shits whack whack
I be working at McDicks
Making some mofuckin bricks
Bouta buy me a new whip
Ay ay
They call me BurgerBoy
Eatin these chips
Unload my clip
Buy a new whip
Call it my 350z
That bitch be down on her knees (Knees)
I dont pay none of my fees (Fees)
On that trigga imma squeeze (Squeeze)
I got a mental disease
Ahhhhh
Annie
Fuck The Population
McDonald's my workstation
Oh shit, the beat almost done
Really really quick I gotta spit it for fun
If the bitch let me imma clap on them buns
Yea I got that k, to recruit all my funds
Bitch you run up on me yea you best have a gun
If you dont want smoke then lil bitch you best run
Hold up I ain't fucking done
Fucking all these hoes bitch I might have a son
Killin all these bustas one by fuckin one
I dont really care if it's under the sun
I dont really care if that bitch had a son
All this shits a joke I dont even have a gun
Now wheres my motherfucking check bitch
Lil bitch, I dont need no backup
Yea my money I stack up
Run that bitch like a track uh
Yea yo bitch ass we gon clap up
Yea we so bad hit la lick uh
Bitch get the fuck off my sack
Yea you best not talk that smack
With my choppa imma paint
Yea you finna fucking faint
Oh this money we acquaint
With your blood we finger paint
Imma motherfuckin saint
Why you always fuckin hate
That bitch be licking my taint
Her pussy good, no complaints
I'm always up on that beat
Tippin 10 toes on my feet
I always creep around, sneak
If that bitch good imma beat
If she prego imma skeet
She still wanna hop on my meat
Yea my dick be hard like concrete
Ay ay ay
Wit my finga on the trigga
Ain't nobody fuckin with us
I be goin psycho, killa
Sippin on sarsaparilla
Yea she a thot, dont want fuck with her
Throwing my shit like gorilla
Bitch I'm so rich, got a villa
Bitch I go crazy, Godzilla
Yea bitch its four in the morning
She tryna hop in that foreign
She suck my dick it's too boring
she tryna wake me, I'm snoring
Ay ay
Pull up with that god damn mac
Pull up with the motherfuckin sack
Pull up with the motherfucking strap on my back
We dont backtrack
This a fat stack
We dont lack lack
That shits whack whack
I be working at McDicks
Making some mofuckin bricks
Bouta buy me a new whip
Ay ay
They call me BurgerBoy
Eatin these chips
Unload my clip
Buy a new whip
Call it my 350z
That bitch be down on her knees (Knees)
I dont pay none of my fees (Fees)
On that trigga imma squeeze (Squeeze)
I got a mental disease
Ahhhhh
Annie
Fuck The Population
McDonald's my workstation
Oh shit, the beat almost done
Really really quick I gotta spit it for fun
If the bitch let me imma clap on them buns
Yea I got that k, to recruit all my funds
Bitch you run up on me yea you best have a gun
If you dont want smoke then lil bitch you best run
Hold up I ain't fucking done
Fucking all these hoes bitch I might have a son
Killin all these bustas one by fuckin one
I dont really care if it's under the sun
I dont really care if that bitch had a son
All this shits a joke I dont even have a gun
Now wheres my motherfucking check bitch
Credits
Writer(s): Miguel Godbout
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