STAXX'S LAB

Yea
Let me tell you sum
You ain't up a hundred sum you cant tell me nun
Nigga shitted when the trey pound pressed his stomach
Tryna start the Urus I don't know nigga I'm pressing buttons

We in a SUV lamb in traffic cutting up
Niggas hating up a couple racks and shut them up
Boy I read between the lines like its double Dutch
Peak into my double cup its darker than some truffle butter

Bitches doing anything 50s make them touch each other
Blue strip hundreds make them get butt naked and fuck each other
I'm in hell's kitchen pot flipping and I'm onion cutting
Sneaking out the back with 30 racks look like I'm up to something

Bitch its urgent pay me or we purging
Ironic how my cup filthy this shit look like detergent
I asked her why she ain't sip all the nut said she allergic
I got the bank calling I just made a big purchase

Don't know why they surprised I do this shit like every Thursday
I'm rocking pink like I'm killer cam fly as bird gang
Police snatch me up I ain't talking like I'm ferb aye
She wanna take the dick in missionary cause it curve aye

Lil horny nigga getting on her nerves
When I'm off drugs I only see her naked I'm a perv
In a SRT hitting wide turns smacking curbs
I got a spending habit plain Prada shirt don't even got no words
Nigga



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Writer(s): Fmh Staxx
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