Buster Douglas
She gon slide over at seven and come show me what's in the box
She know I won't get offended
(Nah)
Got the D now you gone
You gon leave when we stop
If I buy you Fendi best believe
You'll be jumping on it like a trampoline
Roaches all in the trap house
Counting dirty money but the pussy clean
(Keep it tight)
Introvert but you really funny when it's you and me
And you off a bean
Bring a friend like two or three and they all bad
And they all cheat
(I don't judge)
Hot sauce in the condom made her mad
But you know I won't be a dada
All these questions that you like to ask
Like you DJ Vlad
I ain't saying nada
Ha ha you went through my phone now you mad
What you doing that for
(Dumb)
Why you asking for the passcode
Upgrade from last hoe like an update on the iPhone
My dawg used to play games like it's Super Trap Bros
Feds came sent him to straight to jail
He ain't even get a chance to pass go
(Real shit)
We don't need to read the comments
She like me cause I got the confidence
Bring my hoes together for a conference
(Dope)
Then they have a twerk contest
Take a flick and make a lil content
New Patek gotta flex so they see the time spent
Off a pill and I'm too bent
Spill some lean on the new fit
Now we in the mall copping new shit
Pull up on the spot and you know I'm throwing cash
Cause I'm making mad dough
All these junkies on the ave
Plug gon flip a pack make it off a crack hoe
How they make him bad
He just giving what they ask for
But I understand it's still sad though
Came a long way from buying minutes on a Tracfone
If I get behind then you know she throw it back hoe
If you doing crime never lack hoe
Cause a nice watch on the right wrist
On the wrong night turn into a tagged toe
My city all bad lot of freaks
J's trade the J's on they feet just to get geeked
Tryna get a little sugar rush on the DART bus
Tryna chase a buzz hit the wrong blunt
Fentanyl made his heart bust
Had a broke charger
Couldn't call my girl
Now I drive a charger to the mall yeah
Fat packs coming in now we like fat cats
Sold em all yeah
(Dope)
Gang push your cap back
Got the USA sounding like Baghdad
She like pain I'mma smack that
Got the new range and I crashed that
(Shit)
Gave a skinny hoe a fat bag
Now she coming back with a fat fat
Bleep house like the snack shack
Got a lot of drugs got mad smacked
(Real shit)
She know I won't get offended
(Nah)
Got the D now you gone
You gon leave when we stop
If I buy you Fendi best believe
You'll be jumping on it like a trampoline
Roaches all in the trap house
Counting dirty money but the pussy clean
(Keep it tight)
Introvert but you really funny when it's you and me
And you off a bean
Bring a friend like two or three and they all bad
And they all cheat
(I don't judge)
Hot sauce in the condom made her mad
But you know I won't be a dada
All these questions that you like to ask
Like you DJ Vlad
I ain't saying nada
Ha ha you went through my phone now you mad
What you doing that for
(Dumb)
Why you asking for the passcode
Upgrade from last hoe like an update on the iPhone
My dawg used to play games like it's Super Trap Bros
Feds came sent him to straight to jail
He ain't even get a chance to pass go
(Real shit)
We don't need to read the comments
She like me cause I got the confidence
Bring my hoes together for a conference
(Dope)
Then they have a twerk contest
Take a flick and make a lil content
New Patek gotta flex so they see the time spent
Off a pill and I'm too bent
Spill some lean on the new fit
Now we in the mall copping new shit
Pull up on the spot and you know I'm throwing cash
Cause I'm making mad dough
All these junkies on the ave
Plug gon flip a pack make it off a crack hoe
How they make him bad
He just giving what they ask for
But I understand it's still sad though
Came a long way from buying minutes on a Tracfone
If I get behind then you know she throw it back hoe
If you doing crime never lack hoe
Cause a nice watch on the right wrist
On the wrong night turn into a tagged toe
My city all bad lot of freaks
J's trade the J's on they feet just to get geeked
Tryna get a little sugar rush on the DART bus
Tryna chase a buzz hit the wrong blunt
Fentanyl made his heart bust
Had a broke charger
Couldn't call my girl
Now I drive a charger to the mall yeah
Fat packs coming in now we like fat cats
Sold em all yeah
(Dope)
Gang push your cap back
Got the USA sounding like Baghdad
She like pain I'mma smack that
Got the new range and I crashed that
(Shit)
Gave a skinny hoe a fat bag
Now she coming back with a fat fat
Bleep house like the snack shack
Got a lot of drugs got mad smacked
(Real shit)
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Writer(s): Joseph Jacklin-nunez
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