700
Met a little freaky bitch she just want to fuck
Like we playing ball we down play we can get you touched
Two three with a dick better Donald Duck
Heat too big for my jeans I can't get it tucked
Big ass stick got the ice we don't need a puck
Sliding down heavy with the chop I don't need to rush
Like peroxide bitch we always in the cut
Why you want smoke your bitch had already did enough
When I'm home we in the section with a heavy weapon
We put your man up in a box we add him to collection
Put a dick up on the glock that's a huge erection
He don't got no heart so why the fuck this nigga think he Kevin
We can wear the same shoes and you still ain't stepping
He just seen a post that I'm back now we have him stressing
I might just sneeze on your bitch 'cause I'm the one she blessing
And I just really want the neck so why she undressing
Something like Nike little nigga who the fuck you checking
Got your bitch on the bench what the fuck you pressing
You don't do what you rap so why the fuck you selling
Had to make a sound with the drum like I'm Nick Cannon
The jump shit could've been had your brother gone
Hit him with the heat probably thought I had the oven on
Your bitch face is the only thing I'm coming on
Claiming that's your wife but that's the bitch we was running on
I'm running through these little bitches like a running back
Like a dead beat when I'm done I ain't coming back
Best believe when I'm back we ain't discussing that
Baby what your man make in a week I can triple that
She said she like to throw her ass I'm a long catcher
Her new nigga he a opp he a dispatcher
KP will let it switch and leave his face backwards
And she keep her legs open 'cause I swim faster
And this for all the bitch niggas that be talking shit
Acting like a puck we gone' hit you with the hockey stick
It's game time up the score with a fucking kick
Mix two sprites up two with the fucking mix
Bitch I'm a dog with the stick don't get run over
I ain't gone' fuck you from the front little bitch bend over
All this pape' you would think I need a damn folder
And she said I was broke I threw pape' on her
I keep my eyes on my own paper like my teacher said
Right now I'm in Cali upping shit fucking dummy head
If I want to up the score I'll just up the bread
Have my little nigga sliding down leaving shit red
Yeah leaving shit red
Leaving shit red
Aye Marco snapped on this hoe
Like we playing ball we down play we can get you touched
Two three with a dick better Donald Duck
Heat too big for my jeans I can't get it tucked
Big ass stick got the ice we don't need a puck
Sliding down heavy with the chop I don't need to rush
Like peroxide bitch we always in the cut
Why you want smoke your bitch had already did enough
When I'm home we in the section with a heavy weapon
We put your man up in a box we add him to collection
Put a dick up on the glock that's a huge erection
He don't got no heart so why the fuck this nigga think he Kevin
We can wear the same shoes and you still ain't stepping
He just seen a post that I'm back now we have him stressing
I might just sneeze on your bitch 'cause I'm the one she blessing
And I just really want the neck so why she undressing
Something like Nike little nigga who the fuck you checking
Got your bitch on the bench what the fuck you pressing
You don't do what you rap so why the fuck you selling
Had to make a sound with the drum like I'm Nick Cannon
The jump shit could've been had your brother gone
Hit him with the heat probably thought I had the oven on
Your bitch face is the only thing I'm coming on
Claiming that's your wife but that's the bitch we was running on
I'm running through these little bitches like a running back
Like a dead beat when I'm done I ain't coming back
Best believe when I'm back we ain't discussing that
Baby what your man make in a week I can triple that
She said she like to throw her ass I'm a long catcher
Her new nigga he a opp he a dispatcher
KP will let it switch and leave his face backwards
And she keep her legs open 'cause I swim faster
And this for all the bitch niggas that be talking shit
Acting like a puck we gone' hit you with the hockey stick
It's game time up the score with a fucking kick
Mix two sprites up two with the fucking mix
Bitch I'm a dog with the stick don't get run over
I ain't gone' fuck you from the front little bitch bend over
All this pape' you would think I need a damn folder
And she said I was broke I threw pape' on her
I keep my eyes on my own paper like my teacher said
Right now I'm in Cali upping shit fucking dummy head
If I want to up the score I'll just up the bread
Have my little nigga sliding down leaving shit red
Yeah leaving shit red
Leaving shit red
Aye Marco snapped on this hoe
Credits
Writer(s): Mookie Dk
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