krusty krab
October
Shawty texting she wanna make love
Brudda told me, "Don't go, she a dub"
Mophead, I'ma clean this shit up (Ayy, huh?)
Want a wife, I can't knuck if you buck
Shawty texting, think she wanna fuck (Yeah)
Shots fired, make a dumb nigga duck (Oh yeah)
To the back when I walk in the club
Fuck her in the shower, like, scrub-a-dub-dub (Goddamn)
In this bitch, I just poured me a 4
Kick the cup, fuck what I said before (Fuck that shit)
Give her dick, now she begging for more (Ayy, yeah)
She quiet, say no furthermore (Yuh)
Smelling dank when I walk through the door
Shit by the day I get higher and higher
Can't fuck wit' you shawty, can't love wit' you shawty
'Cause lil' bitch I know you a liar
This weed got me lazy, her brain a lil' hazy
She gon' end up slashing my tires
Can't be confiscated, peep my demonstration
I'm gon' end up burning the wires
I just went up and I'm not coming down (Ayy)
Thanking the ones who all sticking around (Ayy)
Too deep in the sauce, I was just finna drown (Ayy)
Stacking the green, this ain't Krabby Patty
Stain 'em wit' ketchup, send shots at yo' pappy
I said order up and she made that shit snappy
He ain't got no pickles, his dumbass not happy
Cup full of kelp, wit' a Glock full of shells
Bitch, I'm feeling quite cappy
I'm pushing 200, you know you can't pass me
These niggas so mad that they can't overlap me
Cup full of kelp, wit' a Glock full of shells
Bitch, I'm feeling quite cappy
Cup full of kelp, wit' a Glock full of shells
Cup full of kelp, wit' a Glock full of shells
Shawty texting she wanna make love
Brudda told me, "Don't go, she a dub"
Mophead, I'ma clean this shit up (Ayy, huh?)
Want a wife, I can't knuck if you buck
Shawty texting, think she wanna fuck (Yeah)
Shots fired, make a dumb nigga duck (Oh yeah)
To the back when I walk in the club
Fuck her in the shower, like, scrub-a-dub-dub (Goddamn)
In this bitch, I just poured me a 4
Kick the cup, fuck what I said before (Fuck that shit)
Give her dick, now she begging for more (Ayy, yeah)
She quiet, say no furthermore (Yuh)
Smelling dank when I walk through the door
Shit by the day I get higher and higher
Can't fuck wit' you shawty, can't love wit' you shawty
'Cause lil' bitch I know you a liar
This weed got me lazy, her brain a lil' hazy
She gon' end up slashing my tires
Can't be confiscated, peep my demonstration
I'm gon' end up burning the wires
I just went up and I'm not coming down (Ayy)
Thanking the ones who all sticking around (Ayy)
Too deep in the sauce, I was just finna drown (Ayy)
Stacking the green, this ain't Krabby Patty
Stain 'em wit' ketchup, send shots at yo' pappy
I said order up and she made that shit snappy
He ain't got no pickles, his dumbass not happy
Cup full of kelp, wit' a Glock full of shells
Bitch, I'm feeling quite cappy
I'm pushing 200, you know you can't pass me
These niggas so mad that they can't overlap me
Cup full of kelp, wit' a Glock full of shells
Bitch, I'm feeling quite cappy
Cup full of kelp, wit' a Glock full of shells
Cup full of kelp, wit' a Glock full of shells
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