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Nigga I just poured a pint of wock and told the bitch to kiss it
All these diamonds in my watch look froze as hell, they in the fridge
Lil Nigga you just talk about the shit you did but you just kidding
I just popped another X and then I came back to existence
I walk with sluts around the bar we hella drunk we getting Whitney
And she gone slide into the car to top me off then she won't see me (Gotta go)
I feel like I'm phased when I fuck up the party, I'll leave when I sit up
All these drugs in my body I know that shit-talking, now the bitch wanna get up
Why the fuck did I pour up a line just for you if you just got the hiccups
Balenci' the joggers, Veneta the Prada, I don't fuck with your kicks bruh
Ima ask bout ya size then I'll shake the bitch off hope it give you a clue
And the head was amazing got smoking coming out of my ears like cartoons
And the Scat like a saber I'm outta my body I'm still finna zoom
Rick Owen, Rick Owen, Rick Owen
Choppa put hits on ya bitch like a theme song
Why you try to hit licks when the camera done seen yall
Cannot differ between the bitches I fucked because one set of titties is bigger than Beach balls
And this money erection is so fucking ridiculous it can stand a whole mufucking tree tall
Niggas said they wanna be me so bad better cook up my steak better throw me some Free salt
Lil' bitch, if we isn't talking about nothing and we isn't fucking I ain't gonna see ya
Get that shit up
Shit taste amazing
I'm tryna spend all this money on bitches on every occasion
Get that bitch up
I'm hella impatient
I'm tryna fuck on too many bitches I don't even know names yet
It's Shae Shae
I keep pouring up these drugs nigga
Man how in the fuck am I getting this paid I can fuck a bad bitch on the marble
And she told me that her name was Jane but she talking hella so I told her I farted
Bitch I'm too activated you can pull up any shit I'll go in like Mozart
Ok, Use the bitch for ejaculation don't give a fuck cause a nigga got no heart
Never do the speed limit, 109 on 580 I'm driving on walls like I'm Mario Kart
Pop another pilly straight to the head
Ima try to reset but instead ima go off
And my brothers like apes I just slid in with Diddy and Donkey cant switch cause you Don't gotcha gang
Surf on them niggas
You said that we on ya turf
Well we on you bitches
He says ironic how I just copped the birk now I rock the Christians
With a range rover shit did hit the curb
Now we all the business
Put em in the sky
Prolly say wassup to 5ky
Bitch I'm alive
Nigga I told you where to drop
Shit like what the fuck where the spot at
Give a fuck if it's a warzone ima drop-in
And that shit that done happened to Virgil I pray to god I do not sleep, where the fuck is The Yah at
Fucked on two bitches off Wonka no candy that bitch like to bendy I know how to rock That
Shit I feel like I'm Peter but this ain't no family I'm drunk off the Henny I'm asking where Lois at
Back to back dubs with some bad too bad bitches in back to back Benz's I ride with a Cockbat
I'm in the room with your bitch and she playing my instrument
Hella knocks on the door where the fuck are your opps at
Get that shit up
Shit taste amazing
I'm tryna spend all this money on bitches on every occasion
Get that bitch up
I'm hella impatient
I'm tryna drink till I land even when I go on a vacation
That bitch for the birds
That bitch for the bir-ir-irds
That bitch for the birds
All these diamonds in my watch look froze as hell, they in the fridge
Lil Nigga you just talk about the shit you did but you just kidding
I just popped another X and then I came back to existence
I walk with sluts around the bar we hella drunk we getting Whitney
And she gone slide into the car to top me off then she won't see me (Gotta go)
I feel like I'm phased when I fuck up the party, I'll leave when I sit up
All these drugs in my body I know that shit-talking, now the bitch wanna get up
Why the fuck did I pour up a line just for you if you just got the hiccups
Balenci' the joggers, Veneta the Prada, I don't fuck with your kicks bruh
Ima ask bout ya size then I'll shake the bitch off hope it give you a clue
And the head was amazing got smoking coming out of my ears like cartoons
And the Scat like a saber I'm outta my body I'm still finna zoom
Rick Owen, Rick Owen, Rick Owen
Choppa put hits on ya bitch like a theme song
Why you try to hit licks when the camera done seen yall
Cannot differ between the bitches I fucked because one set of titties is bigger than Beach balls
And this money erection is so fucking ridiculous it can stand a whole mufucking tree tall
Niggas said they wanna be me so bad better cook up my steak better throw me some Free salt
Lil' bitch, if we isn't talking about nothing and we isn't fucking I ain't gonna see ya
Get that shit up
Shit taste amazing
I'm tryna spend all this money on bitches on every occasion
Get that bitch up
I'm hella impatient
I'm tryna fuck on too many bitches I don't even know names yet
It's Shae Shae
I keep pouring up these drugs nigga
Man how in the fuck am I getting this paid I can fuck a bad bitch on the marble
And she told me that her name was Jane but she talking hella so I told her I farted
Bitch I'm too activated you can pull up any shit I'll go in like Mozart
Ok, Use the bitch for ejaculation don't give a fuck cause a nigga got no heart
Never do the speed limit, 109 on 580 I'm driving on walls like I'm Mario Kart
Pop another pilly straight to the head
Ima try to reset but instead ima go off
And my brothers like apes I just slid in with Diddy and Donkey cant switch cause you Don't gotcha gang
Surf on them niggas
You said that we on ya turf
Well we on you bitches
He says ironic how I just copped the birk now I rock the Christians
With a range rover shit did hit the curb
Now we all the business
Put em in the sky
Prolly say wassup to 5ky
Bitch I'm alive
Nigga I told you where to drop
Shit like what the fuck where the spot at
Give a fuck if it's a warzone ima drop-in
And that shit that done happened to Virgil I pray to god I do not sleep, where the fuck is The Yah at
Fucked on two bitches off Wonka no candy that bitch like to bendy I know how to rock That
Shit I feel like I'm Peter but this ain't no family I'm drunk off the Henny I'm asking where Lois at
Back to back dubs with some bad too bad bitches in back to back Benz's I ride with a Cockbat
I'm in the room with your bitch and she playing my instrument
Hella knocks on the door where the fuck are your opps at
Get that shit up
Shit taste amazing
I'm tryna spend all this money on bitches on every occasion
Get that bitch up
I'm hella impatient
I'm tryna drink till I land even when I go on a vacation
That bitch for the birds
That bitch for the bir-ir-irds
That bitch for the birds
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Writer(s): Joel Taylor
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