D’usse n Thrax (feat. Jobarr)
Dusse in my, what?
Dusse in my fucking cup
Dusse in my fucking cup
Dusse in my fucking cup
Dusse in my fucking cup (Thrax in my)
Thrax in my blunt
D'usse in my, what?
Yuh, (What?) aye
Dusse in my fucking cup
My bih badder from the front
Leggings made of Saint Laurent
Ass look like a dump truck
I just said "what's up" and lil' baby trying fuck yeah
She said she got a man that lil' boy get smoked like runt yeah
That ain't ya shawty no more
That little bitch she a whore
I fuck her kick her out the door
And this glocky is upping the score
Shot a hundred rounds, put a hundred down
Then I shot a hundred fucking more
Seeing shots to the sky like July fourth
Bacardi her body you know that I'm pouring
She got a fat ass looking gorgeous
I got a snow bunny and a brown bunny and my plug he looking like Bad Bunny
He slimy he leaving ya nose runny
He be shiesty know that he road running
I can make a bih dance for four hundreds
Really I make her dance for no money
Slime a nigga ass out like his nose running
Got the feds on my ass like they know something
You don't know shit
Pouring fours bitch
Got a bad bitch using both hips
Pop a xanny and addy I'm focused
She keep calling me daddy want more dick
Tell her hell no
Got that strap in my pocket like velcro
And you can't come to the Moe it's a hell hole
She let me play with her kitty like (ha, ha) hello
Balling out like Carmelo
Dusse in my fucking cup
My bih badder from the front
Leggings made of Saint Laurent
Ass look like a dump truck
I just said "what's up" and lil' baby trying fuck, yeah
She said she got a man that lil' boy get smoked like runt yeah
That ain't ya shawty no more
That little bitch, she a whore
I fuck her kick her out the door
And this glocky is upping the score
Shot a hundred rounds put a hundred down
Then I shot a hundred fucking more
Seeing shots to the sky like July fourth
Bacardi her body you know that I'm pouring
She got a fat ass looking gorgeous
Twin glocks Zack and Cody
Fell in love with codeine
Fell in love with money too so I guess I'm a money fiend
And she keep trying to top me off but I'm just trying to pour my lean
But she keep saying I'm stingy
I look at the bitch like "What you mean?"
It's a Mac in my lap I ain't talking no apple
And I pick off his head like a motherfucking afro
Hit his ass in chest make him flip like it's acrobatics
Can't say I'm broke if you ain't seen a mattress
Put a bitch in a movie now she is an actress
I pull it back like Katniss
Y'all niggas smoking on cat piss
I'm smoking on motherfucking thrax bitch
Dusse in my fucking cup
Dusse in my fucking cup
Dusse in my fucking cup
Dusse in my fucking cup (Thrax in my)
Thrax in my blunt
D'usse in my, what?
Yuh, (What?) aye
Dusse in my fucking cup
My bih badder from the front
Leggings made of Saint Laurent
Ass look like a dump truck
I just said "what's up" and lil' baby trying fuck yeah
She said she got a man that lil' boy get smoked like runt yeah
That ain't ya shawty no more
That little bitch she a whore
I fuck her kick her out the door
And this glocky is upping the score
Shot a hundred rounds, put a hundred down
Then I shot a hundred fucking more
Seeing shots to the sky like July fourth
Bacardi her body you know that I'm pouring
She got a fat ass looking gorgeous
I got a snow bunny and a brown bunny and my plug he looking like Bad Bunny
He slimy he leaving ya nose runny
He be shiesty know that he road running
I can make a bih dance for four hundreds
Really I make her dance for no money
Slime a nigga ass out like his nose running
Got the feds on my ass like they know something
You don't know shit
Pouring fours bitch
Got a bad bitch using both hips
Pop a xanny and addy I'm focused
She keep calling me daddy want more dick
Tell her hell no
Got that strap in my pocket like velcro
And you can't come to the Moe it's a hell hole
She let me play with her kitty like (ha, ha) hello
Balling out like Carmelo
Dusse in my fucking cup
My bih badder from the front
Leggings made of Saint Laurent
Ass look like a dump truck
I just said "what's up" and lil' baby trying fuck, yeah
She said she got a man that lil' boy get smoked like runt yeah
That ain't ya shawty no more
That little bitch, she a whore
I fuck her kick her out the door
And this glocky is upping the score
Shot a hundred rounds put a hundred down
Then I shot a hundred fucking more
Seeing shots to the sky like July fourth
Bacardi her body you know that I'm pouring
She got a fat ass looking gorgeous
Twin glocks Zack and Cody
Fell in love with codeine
Fell in love with money too so I guess I'm a money fiend
And she keep trying to top me off but I'm just trying to pour my lean
But she keep saying I'm stingy
I look at the bitch like "What you mean?"
It's a Mac in my lap I ain't talking no apple
And I pick off his head like a motherfucking afro
Hit his ass in chest make him flip like it's acrobatics
Can't say I'm broke if you ain't seen a mattress
Put a bitch in a movie now she is an actress
I pull it back like Katniss
Y'all niggas smoking on cat piss
I'm smoking on motherfucking thrax bitch
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Writer(s): Chizitere Okoro
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