Wendy Williams
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Yeah, Tay Keith made this beat this some Michigan shit
Kidnap my opps and his sons, and I pissed on his kids
My-my brother got broke don't got no shame he had hit him a lick
He said, "fuck rap" so for Christmas, I bought him a brick
My mama mad at me, she said that I'm fueling his fire
We better off hand to handin' dope, we ain't clockin' no hours
Fat hustlin' nigga, buy a fish and I'm selling him water
Dope game for dummies, he buyin' whip but he thinking it's powder
It's a shame the way they treated me in Balenciaga
Came in the store to spend my earned Black dollars
Got the nerve to ask me and my bitches we fuckin' swipin'
From now on I'm not shopping where there's no Blacks not hired
So it's back to Walmart swimming trunk copping
It's summertime, they fresh as fuck and they six dollars
My bills on my clothes cheap, bitch I piss profit
But if I see that worker off the clock, I might spit on them
She take my soul when she bite it, she got a lion's jaw
My momma found my pint of yellow lean, ma that's Pinesol
This shit gotta be in you, not on you, niggas buyin' sauce
We don't trust runners, ship my package, that's a flying dog
Make a rat hoe feel like a queen, that's what scrubs do
Seeing they position, make 'em feel like they above you
You ain't get money, bad bitches won't even hug you
Inshallah, it's Ramadan, fat niggas need love too
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
This bitch moaning extra loud 'cause she really feel it
Smokin' on big Khalifa kush, this ain't no Billy Kimber
Haven't spoke to plug since I blew up, but I'm still a member
I lose a hundred pounds, I'm gonna be built just like Wendy Williams
(The Lunch Crew Company)
Unless I lift some weights
Rappin' don't work, it's back to trappin' just a brick away
I brought my brother on tour to see some different days
He told me, "if anybody try to harm you, I'ma lift this K"
Hold on cuz, wait, wait, wait, that's why we got security
I thought prison got this nigga straight, but I can see it clearly
Got this one bitch who wanna suck it, man she super eerie
All the swimming trucks pullin' hoes, didn't have to rock Amiri
Wahaha, my life has been a blast
Dubbed my bitch today, her pussy good, it keep me comin' fast
I got goals of eating donuts off Tika Sumpter's Ass
I hit her with this pickle, pickley, I think I'm Bubble Bass
Yeah, Tay Keith made this beat this some Michigan shit
Kidnap my opps and his sons, and I pissed on his kids
My-my brother got broke don't got no shame he had hit him a lick
He said, "fuck rap" so for Christmas, I bought him a brick
My mama mad at me, she said that I'm fueling his fire
We better off hand to handin' dope, we ain't clockin' no hours
Fat hustlin' nigga, buy a fish and I'm selling him water
Dope game for dummies, he buyin' whip but he thinking it's powder
It's a shame the way they treated me in Balenciaga
Came in the store to spend my earned Black dollars
Got the nerve to ask me and my bitches we fuckin' swipin'
From now on I'm not shopping where there's no Blacks not hired
So it's back to Walmart swimming trunk copping
It's summertime, they fresh as fuck and they six dollars
My bills on my clothes cheap, bitch I piss profit
But if I see that worker off the clock, I might spit on them
She take my soul when she bite it, she got a lion's jaw
My momma found my pint of yellow lean, ma that's Pinesol
This shit gotta be in you, not on you, niggas buyin' sauce
We don't trust runners, ship my package, that's a flying dog
Make a rat hoe feel like a queen, that's what scrubs do
Seeing they position, make 'em feel like they above you
You ain't get money, bad bitches won't even hug you
Inshallah, it's Ramadan, fat niggas need love too
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
This bitch moaning extra loud 'cause she really feel it
Smokin' on big Khalifa kush, this ain't no Billy Kimber
Haven't spoke to plug since I blew up, but I'm still a member
I lose a hundred pounds, I'm gonna be built just like Wendy Williams
(The Lunch Crew Company)
Unless I lift some weights
Rappin' don't work, it's back to trappin' just a brick away
I brought my brother on tour to see some different days
He told me, "if anybody try to harm you, I'ma lift this K"
Hold on cuz, wait, wait, wait, that's why we got security
I thought prison got this nigga straight, but I can see it clearly
Got this one bitch who wanna suck it, man she super eerie
All the swimming trucks pullin' hoes, didn't have to rock Amiri
Wahaha, my life has been a blast
Dubbed my bitch today, her pussy good, it keep me comin' fast
I got goals of eating donuts off Tika Sumpter's Ass
I hit her with this pickle, pickley, I think I'm Bubble Bass
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Writer(s): Vas Coleman, Tyree Thomas, Brytavioius Chambers
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