Phineas N Ferb
Pussy boy you're lame
I cannot fuck with you
You can try to run and hide
You can't duck this pistol
On these beats I got the flow
Like a fucking menstrual
Niggas tried to lock me up
'Cause I kill instrumentals
I fuck with a bitch brain
I get in her mental
Nutted on a bitch face
She just gave me dental
Boy, I know that's not your whip
That's a fucking rental
Boy, I'm on that nigga ass
Like the fucking rent due
Momma told me boy don't nothing last
How am I gone miss you
Bad bitch she said she trying to smash that is not an issue
Up that choppa on that nigga fast bet this K gon' kiss you
Pussy niggas think they 'bout to spazz I'ma use a missile
Fuck around and let this K dismiss you
This is not no K lil' boy this an AR-Pistol
Niggas tried to stop me fuck the Feds
And fuck a state official
Niggas trying to judge me off my heart
But don't know what I been through
Glock 30 on me I don't know how many blocks
I been through
Ran out of gas, I don't know how many blocks I spinned through
Told that lil' bitch I'm like Malcom
Always in the middle
This little bitch think that I'm a dog
She put me in a kennel
Baby can you stay with me?
Can you make it work?
Bitch I brought this AK with me
And this bitch gone jerk
Bitch always trying to get some dick
On the 31st
Bitches hella nasty and they chirping
Like some dirty birds
Pull up on my niggas and I ask them niggas
What's the word
Trying to drift the motherfucking scat
And I done hit the curb
I'm posted in the trenches with my niggas
Niggas in the burbs
I just got the bitch to fuck me now
She pulling up her skirt
I be sipping Phineas
You niggas sipping on that Ferb
My Glock just like iridium
It's gotta get a spark to work
Depressed out my mind
Lil' nigga I might pop a perc'
Put the 45 to my brain
A nigga trying to stop the curse
I'm making money now
I told my bitch she ain't gotta work
I'm getting money now
I told my niggas you ain't gotta serve
I gotta hit the road lil' nigga
I ain't got no purp
Bad lil' bitch she on my dick
She ain't got no shirt
I hit that bitch from an angle
Like my name was Kurt
Kurt Cobain to a nigga brain
Make it burst
My eyes big as hell I popped a vein
I feel like Lil Durk
Tried to make her life a better place
But I just made it worse
Niggas talking shit not to my face
They'll probably see a hearse
I got three shots in this Glock
I bet I'll put a pussy in the dirt
Nasty lil' bitch she fuck me good
I think that bitch a nurse
Ghetto lil' bitch she fuck me good
I bought that bitch a purse
I bought that bitch a purse
I cannot fuck with you
You can try to run and hide
You can't duck this pistol
On these beats I got the flow
Like a fucking menstrual
Niggas tried to lock me up
'Cause I kill instrumentals
I fuck with a bitch brain
I get in her mental
Nutted on a bitch face
She just gave me dental
Boy, I know that's not your whip
That's a fucking rental
Boy, I'm on that nigga ass
Like the fucking rent due
Momma told me boy don't nothing last
How am I gone miss you
Bad bitch she said she trying to smash that is not an issue
Up that choppa on that nigga fast bet this K gon' kiss you
Pussy niggas think they 'bout to spazz I'ma use a missile
Fuck around and let this K dismiss you
This is not no K lil' boy this an AR-Pistol
Niggas tried to stop me fuck the Feds
And fuck a state official
Niggas trying to judge me off my heart
But don't know what I been through
Glock 30 on me I don't know how many blocks
I been through
Ran out of gas, I don't know how many blocks I spinned through
Told that lil' bitch I'm like Malcom
Always in the middle
This little bitch think that I'm a dog
She put me in a kennel
Baby can you stay with me?
Can you make it work?
Bitch I brought this AK with me
And this bitch gone jerk
Bitch always trying to get some dick
On the 31st
Bitches hella nasty and they chirping
Like some dirty birds
Pull up on my niggas and I ask them niggas
What's the word
Trying to drift the motherfucking scat
And I done hit the curb
I'm posted in the trenches with my niggas
Niggas in the burbs
I just got the bitch to fuck me now
She pulling up her skirt
I be sipping Phineas
You niggas sipping on that Ferb
My Glock just like iridium
It's gotta get a spark to work
Depressed out my mind
Lil' nigga I might pop a perc'
Put the 45 to my brain
A nigga trying to stop the curse
I'm making money now
I told my bitch she ain't gotta work
I'm getting money now
I told my niggas you ain't gotta serve
I gotta hit the road lil' nigga
I ain't got no purp
Bad lil' bitch she on my dick
She ain't got no shirt
I hit that bitch from an angle
Like my name was Kurt
Kurt Cobain to a nigga brain
Make it burst
My eyes big as hell I popped a vein
I feel like Lil Durk
Tried to make her life a better place
But I just made it worse
Niggas talking shit not to my face
They'll probably see a hearse
I got three shots in this Glock
I bet I'll put a pussy in the dirt
Nasty lil' bitch she fuck me good
I think that bitch a nurse
Ghetto lil' bitch she fuck me good
I bought that bitch a purse
I bought that bitch a purse
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Writer(s): Odis Barnett
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