Whistle Blower (feat. Sketti Boi)
Bitch I'm back on my murder shit
Feeling like I can hack with a sterner grip
Lost boy had to tatt that shit permanent
Looking sweet in the black like berry is
I'm sick of the mourning pour more alchohol
Now sick in the morning from having withdrawals
Bitch always horny and mad when I'm not
So much recording and I haven't stopped
How the fuck can these niggas just say that they got it
They're lyrics don't fit and they way out of pocket
Shit fucking lame and their cadence is garbage
Just stay in the back don't comaplin when you car sick
I hate when I get woke up from a nap
Counting haters still ain't done with the math
Your bitch is Looking really plump in the pants
Think I might try to get her number and smash
Fun little fact i'm grump little brat
Might just run up and slap up your mom on the ass
That bum is so phat might get stuck in the crack
Tryna' pull out but cant made me pull down the rack
But that was accident
Like the fact that I have to live
Guess I'm happy I'm african
I might pass on an acid trip
Oh shit what up it's your boy skinny penis
Aye yo I needed to have a drink break after my smoke break
Ok
Man I'm hoping getting real wishful
That your bitch come and get a fist full
She lick me from my balls and tip and it's so blissful
How she just want to come around and blow my whistle
Ha
Might pop my pistol
If this bitch don't come sit on my missile
She only come around because I'm official
And then we fuck in circles like it's a fish bowl
Got a bag of the mean gas
You sitting on green grass
I'm Poking your queens ass
Huh
Where she making me lean back
You're stroking my bean bag
And making me cream fast
Huh
Said you want to just be bad
You better just relax
Before I just react
Huh
Well you getting a free pass
You're making the tree last
You better just re hash
Bet I'm crazy like I should be in a circus
My brain fried like im tripping on some circuits
She said she want to get some dick it's a sure fit
But then I pull it out and I bust it on the surface
Huh
She said thank you for your service
I'm going balls deep right there on the cervix
And then she turn around and want to call me worthless
But that's why I gave her that good dick on purpose
Feeling like I can hack with a sterner grip
Lost boy had to tatt that shit permanent
Looking sweet in the black like berry is
I'm sick of the mourning pour more alchohol
Now sick in the morning from having withdrawals
Bitch always horny and mad when I'm not
So much recording and I haven't stopped
How the fuck can these niggas just say that they got it
They're lyrics don't fit and they way out of pocket
Shit fucking lame and their cadence is garbage
Just stay in the back don't comaplin when you car sick
I hate when I get woke up from a nap
Counting haters still ain't done with the math
Your bitch is Looking really plump in the pants
Think I might try to get her number and smash
Fun little fact i'm grump little brat
Might just run up and slap up your mom on the ass
That bum is so phat might get stuck in the crack
Tryna' pull out but cant made me pull down the rack
But that was accident
Like the fact that I have to live
Guess I'm happy I'm african
I might pass on an acid trip
Oh shit what up it's your boy skinny penis
Aye yo I needed to have a drink break after my smoke break
Ok
Man I'm hoping getting real wishful
That your bitch come and get a fist full
She lick me from my balls and tip and it's so blissful
How she just want to come around and blow my whistle
Ha
Might pop my pistol
If this bitch don't come sit on my missile
She only come around because I'm official
And then we fuck in circles like it's a fish bowl
Got a bag of the mean gas
You sitting on green grass
I'm Poking your queens ass
Huh
Where she making me lean back
You're stroking my bean bag
And making me cream fast
Huh
Said you want to just be bad
You better just relax
Before I just react
Huh
Well you getting a free pass
You're making the tree last
You better just re hash
Bet I'm crazy like I should be in a circus
My brain fried like im tripping on some circuits
She said she want to get some dick it's a sure fit
But then I pull it out and I bust it on the surface
Huh
She said thank you for your service
I'm going balls deep right there on the cervix
And then she turn around and want to call me worthless
But that's why I gave her that good dick on purpose
Credits
Writer(s): Brock Wilson
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