COMPACT
Blowing on shit so good
Get a contact
Y'all smoke lil shit compact
Mixin up drank like I work
At the rum shack
Get over here mortal kombat
Say she smoke
But I'm like where ya lungs at
Ima put the wood
Where her tongue at
Ex left cold
Na I'm like where the love at
Flyer then a hawk
Where the dove at
Nigga say trust
Can't trust that
Blowin on stank
Bih musk rat
Call me LiVE hammer
Can't touch that
Yeah she gone nagg
But she come back
When I go to kick
Better bust back
Know I'm gone stick
Where the thumb tac
And I'm in the bag
Like a nap sack
We don't never sleep
Over here
Take cat naps
Rap game fake
Gota true it up
Know I got to spend the old hundreds
Got to blue it up
He knew the bih boddit
Still blew it up
Got rid of all my old hoes
Had to new it up
Got them like
What they funa do with us
Thot hoe threw her up
Good girl chew her up
Get ya ahh chopped
Then screw it up
Hit the hoe booted up
Jimmy on suited up
Blowin on shit so good
Get a contact
Y'all smoke lil shit compact
Mixin up drank like I work
At the rum shack
Get over here mortal kombat
Say she smoke
But I'm like where ya lungs at
Ima put the wood
Where her tongue at
Ex left cold
Na I'm like where the love at
Flyer then a hawk
Where the dove at
Blowin on shit so good
Get a contact
Y'all smoke lil shit compact
Mixin up drank like I work
At the rum shack
Get over here mortal kombat
Say she smoke
But I'm like where ya lungs at
Ima put the wood
Where her tongue at
Ex left cold
Na I'm like where the love at
Flyer then a hawk
Where the dove at
Get a contact
Y'all smoke lil shit compact
Mixin up drank like I work
At the rum shack
Get over here mortal kombat
Say she smoke
But I'm like where ya lungs at
Ima put the wood
Where her tongue at
Ex left cold
Na I'm like where the love at
Flyer then a hawk
Where the dove at
Nigga say trust
Can't trust that
Blowin on stank
Bih musk rat
Call me LiVE hammer
Can't touch that
Yeah she gone nagg
But she come back
When I go to kick
Better bust back
Know I'm gone stick
Where the thumb tac
And I'm in the bag
Like a nap sack
We don't never sleep
Over here
Take cat naps
Rap game fake
Gota true it up
Know I got to spend the old hundreds
Got to blue it up
He knew the bih boddit
Still blew it up
Got rid of all my old hoes
Had to new it up
Got them like
What they funa do with us
Thot hoe threw her up
Good girl chew her up
Get ya ahh chopped
Then screw it up
Hit the hoe booted up
Jimmy on suited up
Blowin on shit so good
Get a contact
Y'all smoke lil shit compact
Mixin up drank like I work
At the rum shack
Get over here mortal kombat
Say she smoke
But I'm like where ya lungs at
Ima put the wood
Where her tongue at
Ex left cold
Na I'm like where the love at
Flyer then a hawk
Where the dove at
Blowin on shit so good
Get a contact
Y'all smoke lil shit compact
Mixin up drank like I work
At the rum shack
Get over here mortal kombat
Say she smoke
But I'm like where ya lungs at
Ima put the wood
Where her tongue at
Ex left cold
Na I'm like where the love at
Flyer then a hawk
Where the dove at
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Writer(s): Derek Alford Jr,
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