Around the Way

(Gas, super gas)
I gotta start my shit
Just to get the levels right before I start my shit
So when I get high, I can just jump on this shit

(You handle that bottle like a dick)
Yeah
Yeah
Can't hear you
Earphones on you stupid hoe
(Bitch I can't hear you) (Bitch)
(Bitch said she knew me from around the way)
Here stupid hoe
(Bitch I can't hear you)
I still have earphones on you stupid hoe
(I'm talkin' shit, bitch)
Bitch I can't hear you
(Hoe, hoe, oh... yeah, the beat drop)
(Bitch I can't hear you)

Yeah, huh, me no play
Bitch said she knew me from around the way
Yeah, huh, me no play
(One more time for the goddamn one time)
(For the goddamn one time, two time, three time, one time)
(For the goddamn one)
Woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo

Yeah, I tell my bitch she tellin' fibs
I hit one time, like way back when
Swear to god, ain't seen her since
Well, that one time she had her kids
She pulled up, still got it in
They were fine, her windows tinted
Her bumper though? Yes, I dent it
Fucked her hard, my pubes imprinted

(Yeah, uh)
Yeah, make a way
Persuade a dummy ditz to go both ways
Lick her pussy deep off in her tummy, aye
Dick so deep, she got a tummy ache
Other hoe lick cum off her face
Damn, I forgot the name of what's her face
Last name was White, no not like race
Either way the White bitch got it on her face

Ass slap, pick up the pace
Lil' bitch you know I ain't got all day
Brag tag, I got first place
Hoe now wipe me down and we'll close this case
Okay, anyway
Back to you and what the fuck she say?
She said she knew me from where?
Where? Oh, where?

Bitch I can't hear you
(Fuck you bitch)
(Nigga kind of bummy, but he funny on a bar)
Bitch I can't hear you
(You a bitch)
(I have earphones on, you stupid hoe)
Bitch I can't hear you
(Dick)
(One time for the one time for the one time)
(Bitch I can't hear you)
(Bitch I can't hear you)
The beat drop
(Bitch I can't hear you)
(Bitch I can't hear you)

Yeah, uh, bitch don't play
Heard me just fine when I asked for a three-way
You don't want the hoe to be the one who dictates
Tell you what the dick rates
Show you how the clit tastes

Why you actin' like you ain't a fan of a hoe?
Head game alone got your ass movin' slow
Tighter grip on my hips, every inch, feel it grow
Can't even front, got your back like a bro

Fuck you Crook, I just wanna talk shit
But this hoe a real fan, no it ain't just dick
Better rhymes, thicker lines, wishful crooked plot twist
Got these rappers spittin' bars but they ain't worth shit

Boom bap rap shit
Thinkin' their raps hit
Cappin' every line so their flow's like dog shit
Hoe fuckin' beats, not hoppin' on y'all dicks
Maybe spit a verse, before spittin' on my shit

(Chill, chill, chill)
You a bitch
(Fuck nigga)
Hey, like fuck all y'all
(Fuck all y'all, yeah yeah)
(Yuh)
(Aye, yuh yuh yuh)

But for real
But for real
That bitch said she knew me from around the way
(Hey, like fuck all y'all)

Hey
(Hey)
Where you goin' lil' hoe?
Can I come to your place?
(Aye, yuh)
Get a lil' oatmeal cake?
(Aye)
Maybe put a creampie in your face?
(Yuh, aye, yuh)

Bitch said she knew me from around the way
(I got earphones on still stupid hoe)
(Me no play) (Fuck nigga)
(I still have earphones on you stupid hoe)
(Oh, you'll hear it back, you'll hear it back)
(I cannot hear you, hoe)
(Oh, oh, the beat drop)
('Round the way, bitch said she knew me from around the way)