Training Video Freestyle
Preparing the Krabby Patty!
Hit 'em with the bars like that bitch Mrs. Puff
Get trapped like a lobster for thinking you tough
You chat like a Nematoad
Shut the fuck up
Or just like a patty we grilling you up
You niggas like Patrick
You funny and dumb
You niggas is amateur
Learn some more stuff
Your girlfriends be on me and I've had enough
(That crazy bitch out there again!)
That crazy bitch out there again
That bitch is a demon
She bringing in all of her friends (Uh-huh!)
Niggas be fiends
You sell it
They buying the dream
The pussy they can't get for free
Meanwhile I'm putting the dick in her spleen (Aye! Aye! Aye!)
She gargle my nut like she use listerine
I'm childish
I get it
You watch over me (Woah, Woah!)
While I'm staying lowkey
Okay
Keep a Glock wit' a beam (Hah!)
Okay
While I'm pushing the limits wit' more speed (Huh?)
Got to pop more pills need morphine (Yeah!)
Can't slow down while she sucking on me (Uh-huh!)
Mrs. Puff in the driver seat
Puffing on green
Not the Kelp shake
Smoking OG
With the homies
Shorty trying to dog me
Wanna bone me
But she didn't wanna fuck with me
(What?) She trying to clone me
Trying to phone me
She ain't know me (Un-uh!)
Now you looking like a phony
Fucking homies
She fucking the homies
Like Lois she nosy
She shaking her body
She do Hokey Pokey
Catch me outside like I'm Danielle Bregoli
Like Stewie I need all the money you owe me
My aunt was a cop and it's still "Fuck the police"
Still not at the top but you niggas below me
Their bitch would be too if I just let them blow me (Mmm)
She told me she love me and she wanna hold me
I told her she bugging, she don't even know me
And that's when your girl tried to dome me (Damn)
But I do not want it nigga
Ravioli
Ravioli, ravioli
I still want the bread you owe me
I might have to smoke a nigga
Arnold Schwartzenegar stogie (Stogie)
I don't know your fucking names
Nigga Squidward's trophies (Tss)
All y'all niggas getting cake?
Damn
I think something's phony
My guys bring they own bread to the table
That's a potluck
We touch bread and find a way to flip it
Ain't no option
Yeah we still screaming free our niggas that they locked up (Free the fuckin' gang!)
Dirty bubble niggas hating
It's 'bout time you washed up (Washed up)
I be on a mission like I'm out in shell city
Real bad bitch with some real big titties
Gotta take my time
I don't like quickies
I'm shitting on niggas it's how I stay skinny
Training video how I cut a bitch off
These bitches be bugging
They getting ticked off
I get the money and then I dip off
Still leave with your honey cuz I got the sauce
Nah
Keep her she ugalee
I make her stutter
"Deedutalee"
But I don't want her
That's luckily
She a crab
I could make her suck me up so crustily
These niggas hating
They can not get next to me
These niggas be Plankton
They just want the recipe
These bitches be wasted
I stay off the Hennessy
I might flip like a patty if niggas start testing me (God, pow)
If you don't got checks for me
You can not check for me
Life is a game and you can not play chess with me
Since weed is legal they really can't mess with me
So it's fuck all the cops that had fined and arrested me
It's fuck all the cops who had fined and arrested my niggas on petty shit (Aye, aye, woo)
Put it to sleep like a bitch with' a nightstick
These niggas trying it (Uh ah)
We'll put an end to your world like the Mayans did
That bitch an eater
'Cuz she wanna dine-in
I broke her back
Now she feel like Mike Tyson (Shpinal)
She finna suck me up like she a Dyson
She FaceTime the dick
So the calls are declining (God)
Stop all the fussin'
Bitch, stop all the whinin'
They baby is sleepin'
Ain't trying to make noise
Creep to your crib
And we look through your drawers (Aye)
Panty raid, panty raid (Yah)
We hit a score (Yah)
Niggas is sleeping (Aye)
I'm hearing them snore (Ah)
Been ready to cook up
I know they want more
I'm taking taking my time
I'm doing my best
And I don't need stress (Aye)
And I don't need stress (Aye)
Aye, bitch!
Something like that I don't know yeah (Whore)
Something like that I don't know
I don't know I feel like I should end it off with some fire shit I don't know
You gon hear this lil whore, it's produced by me
You already know the vibes
Got B-R-O-G-O-D in this bitch
And it's B-R-O-G-O-D on the B-E-A-T
Hit 'em with the bars like that bitch Mrs. Puff
Get trapped like a lobster for thinking you tough
You chat like a Nematoad
Shut the fuck up
Or just like a patty we grilling you up
You niggas like Patrick
You funny and dumb
You niggas is amateur
Learn some more stuff
Your girlfriends be on me and I've had enough
(That crazy bitch out there again!)
That crazy bitch out there again
That bitch is a demon
She bringing in all of her friends (Uh-huh!)
Niggas be fiends
You sell it
They buying the dream
The pussy they can't get for free
Meanwhile I'm putting the dick in her spleen (Aye! Aye! Aye!)
She gargle my nut like she use listerine
I'm childish
I get it
You watch over me (Woah, Woah!)
While I'm staying lowkey
Okay
Keep a Glock wit' a beam (Hah!)
Okay
While I'm pushing the limits wit' more speed (Huh?)
Got to pop more pills need morphine (Yeah!)
Can't slow down while she sucking on me (Uh-huh!)
Mrs. Puff in the driver seat
Puffing on green
Not the Kelp shake
Smoking OG
With the homies
Shorty trying to dog me
Wanna bone me
But she didn't wanna fuck with me
(What?) She trying to clone me
Trying to phone me
She ain't know me (Un-uh!)
Now you looking like a phony
Fucking homies
She fucking the homies
Like Lois she nosy
She shaking her body
She do Hokey Pokey
Catch me outside like I'm Danielle Bregoli
Like Stewie I need all the money you owe me
My aunt was a cop and it's still "Fuck the police"
Still not at the top but you niggas below me
Their bitch would be too if I just let them blow me (Mmm)
She told me she love me and she wanna hold me
I told her she bugging, she don't even know me
And that's when your girl tried to dome me (Damn)
But I do not want it nigga
Ravioli
Ravioli, ravioli
I still want the bread you owe me
I might have to smoke a nigga
Arnold Schwartzenegar stogie (Stogie)
I don't know your fucking names
Nigga Squidward's trophies (Tss)
All y'all niggas getting cake?
Damn
I think something's phony
My guys bring they own bread to the table
That's a potluck
We touch bread and find a way to flip it
Ain't no option
Yeah we still screaming free our niggas that they locked up (Free the fuckin' gang!)
Dirty bubble niggas hating
It's 'bout time you washed up (Washed up)
I be on a mission like I'm out in shell city
Real bad bitch with some real big titties
Gotta take my time
I don't like quickies
I'm shitting on niggas it's how I stay skinny
Training video how I cut a bitch off
These bitches be bugging
They getting ticked off
I get the money and then I dip off
Still leave with your honey cuz I got the sauce
Nah
Keep her she ugalee
I make her stutter
"Deedutalee"
But I don't want her
That's luckily
She a crab
I could make her suck me up so crustily
These niggas hating
They can not get next to me
These niggas be Plankton
They just want the recipe
These bitches be wasted
I stay off the Hennessy
I might flip like a patty if niggas start testing me (God, pow)
If you don't got checks for me
You can not check for me
Life is a game and you can not play chess with me
Since weed is legal they really can't mess with me
So it's fuck all the cops that had fined and arrested me
It's fuck all the cops who had fined and arrested my niggas on petty shit (Aye, aye, woo)
Put it to sleep like a bitch with' a nightstick
These niggas trying it (Uh ah)
We'll put an end to your world like the Mayans did
That bitch an eater
'Cuz she wanna dine-in
I broke her back
Now she feel like Mike Tyson (Shpinal)
She finna suck me up like she a Dyson
She FaceTime the dick
So the calls are declining (God)
Stop all the fussin'
Bitch, stop all the whinin'
They baby is sleepin'
Ain't trying to make noise
Creep to your crib
And we look through your drawers (Aye)
Panty raid, panty raid (Yah)
We hit a score (Yah)
Niggas is sleeping (Aye)
I'm hearing them snore (Ah)
Been ready to cook up
I know they want more
I'm taking taking my time
I'm doing my best
And I don't need stress (Aye)
And I don't need stress (Aye)
Aye, bitch!
Something like that I don't know yeah (Whore)
Something like that I don't know
I don't know I feel like I should end it off with some fire shit I don't know
You gon hear this lil whore, it's produced by me
You already know the vibes
Got B-R-O-G-O-D in this bitch
And it's B-R-O-G-O-D on the B-E-A-T
Credits
Writer(s): Stephon Greaux
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