Sticc n Poke Doonies
I'm tuda cash
Me and twin double onna beat thas bacc to bacc
Quicc hide the snaccs
You lil nigga lyin in yall raps can you stop the cap
But bacc tuda pap
Me and twin together wit the bitches this not a date
This is not a date
The bitch paid for every on my body and on my plate
It's time to fuccin shake
Told the bitch it's time to play the game call me Triple H
Twin come outta nowhere high kiccin call him HBK
This bitch fat as fucc she was eatin all her baby cakes
You diss onna songs cuhz broke hell
You niggas doin skitz wrong you need to go to jail
Bitches bring cheese so I'm good on bail
And bitch lemme drive the boat cuhz I know I'll do it well
Twin u always tryna plot wit yo smerkish ass
This dyke tried to square up I'll beat Big Bertha ass
Fucc the police
They always rollin pass
Shot my cousin inna foot but he a G he said he stepped in glass
You niggas talk bout y'all killin shit I just had to laugh
This nigga pulled up wit a high point talkin bout he blast
Me twin playin wit the bitches sticc n poke
I would try rob yo ass but ik u fuccin broke
This bitch pulled up wit yoga Thinkin she got ass
I told her I'm celibate as a bitch if You don't got no cash
This bunk as fuck
And her contact she is saved as glad
But not because she made me glad
Because her bag is trash
Me and twin double onna beat thas bacc to bacc
Quicc hide the snaccs
You lil nigga lyin in yall raps can you stop the cap
But bacc tuda pap
Me and twin together wit the bitches this not a date
This is not a date
The bitch paid for every on my body and on my plate
It's time to fuccin shake
Told the bitch it's time to play the game call me Triple H
Twin come outta nowhere high kiccin call him HBK
This bitch fat as fucc she was eatin all her baby cakes
You diss onna songs cuhz broke hell
You niggas doin skitz wrong you need to go to jail
Bitches bring cheese so I'm good on bail
And bitch lemme drive the boat cuhz I know I'll do it well
Twin u always tryna plot wit yo smerkish ass
This dyke tried to square up I'll beat Big Bertha ass
Fucc the police
They always rollin pass
Shot my cousin inna foot but he a G he said he stepped in glass
You niggas talk bout y'all killin shit I just had to laugh
This nigga pulled up wit a high point talkin bout he blast
Me twin playin wit the bitches sticc n poke
I would try rob yo ass but ik u fuccin broke
This bitch pulled up wit yoga Thinkin she got ass
I told her I'm celibate as a bitch if You don't got no cash
This bunk as fuck
And her contact she is saved as glad
But not because she made me glad
Because her bag is trash
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Writer(s): Marky Bo
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