House Yardy
Niggas chattin they don't really know us but all on my dick cause they just wanna be us
When I fuck her them decibels louder than my shit her bestie just put on the speakers
Had her speaking in tongue like I'm Jesus
Got twin knockers, Ramona and Beezus
She was my pretty lil liar I had to retire cause she couldn't keep it a secret
(Damn) WTF is the mission
Hit with the butt-end(button) like I got to clickin
No knocker was on him ran west and met smith and
If I miss I know muddy gone get him
Send a shot through a stoley or Tesla
Dummies lost to the strap like a wrestler
Heard birds of a feather be flockin together
So my niggas is flockin wherever
Who the fuck said my niggas not better?
I was signed to this shit like a letter
Talk business with bitches you tryna impress her
Told my thotty to chill for she wet her
My bitch might oot through a station of innocents
From her tongue I know she from where venom is
Jeans lookin right had to ask what the denim is
Took em off 'fore I finished my sentences
Do not follow
Two guns in my tee, Johnny Bravo, semi autos
Aim for my taco? Fuck payin extra for guac, he caught one to the avocado
Me and bro'nem gone hit any obstacle
Back to back ain't no mission impossible
He took a trip so bro know what to do
Fuck the time(Tom) we gone dump at the cruise
When I'm spinnin I feel off the booze like
No you cannot try to battle me
Me and my brothers all got different mothers
Team up like Umbrella Academy
Fuck what you say after me
Not a internet gangsta can't rattle me
It's the cap for me
Get put in a box like a factory, said you can't be my bitch idk why you mad at me
Hit the function with gang in attendance
Seen a nina, took her to the baño
From the back I was grabbin her pendant, from outside its American idol
Undefeated, I don't need a title
Opp pussy was dead on arrival
If you ask do I swear I'm the best
Then I'm throwin my hand on that bible
He try to reneg on shit that he say
Me and bro already on the way
High top on a glock like "kid, no play"
Feel a way and get shot in your face
Bitch tried to flirt and get me in my feels
Bitch I sent him and he bout the kill
Up in her body like doctor, no Phil
Ass be tickin and tockin, no Bril
Not too far from a blick bitch
Nonchalant but I still click
Niggas need yerks just to up it, you buggin, I'll do it and listen to Brent bitch
She love the braces so she throwin face, got her open I dump it like Wentz bitch
Even though that girl pussy legit
She just link me to eat dick
When I fuck her them decibels louder than my shit her bestie just put on the speakers
Had her speaking in tongue like I'm Jesus
Got twin knockers, Ramona and Beezus
She was my pretty lil liar I had to retire cause she couldn't keep it a secret
(Damn) WTF is the mission
Hit with the butt-end(button) like I got to clickin
No knocker was on him ran west and met smith and
If I miss I know muddy gone get him
Send a shot through a stoley or Tesla
Dummies lost to the strap like a wrestler
Heard birds of a feather be flockin together
So my niggas is flockin wherever
Who the fuck said my niggas not better?
I was signed to this shit like a letter
Talk business with bitches you tryna impress her
Told my thotty to chill for she wet her
My bitch might oot through a station of innocents
From her tongue I know she from where venom is
Jeans lookin right had to ask what the denim is
Took em off 'fore I finished my sentences
Do not follow
Two guns in my tee, Johnny Bravo, semi autos
Aim for my taco? Fuck payin extra for guac, he caught one to the avocado
Me and bro'nem gone hit any obstacle
Back to back ain't no mission impossible
He took a trip so bro know what to do
Fuck the time(Tom) we gone dump at the cruise
When I'm spinnin I feel off the booze like
No you cannot try to battle me
Me and my brothers all got different mothers
Team up like Umbrella Academy
Fuck what you say after me
Not a internet gangsta can't rattle me
It's the cap for me
Get put in a box like a factory, said you can't be my bitch idk why you mad at me
Hit the function with gang in attendance
Seen a nina, took her to the baño
From the back I was grabbin her pendant, from outside its American idol
Undefeated, I don't need a title
Opp pussy was dead on arrival
If you ask do I swear I'm the best
Then I'm throwin my hand on that bible
He try to reneg on shit that he say
Me and bro already on the way
High top on a glock like "kid, no play"
Feel a way and get shot in your face
Bitch tried to flirt and get me in my feels
Bitch I sent him and he bout the kill
Up in her body like doctor, no Phil
Ass be tickin and tockin, no Bril
Not too far from a blick bitch
Nonchalant but I still click
Niggas need yerks just to up it, you buggin, I'll do it and listen to Brent bitch
She love the braces so she throwin face, got her open I dump it like Wentz bitch
Even though that girl pussy legit
She just link me to eat dick
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Writer(s): Zayy Corleone
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