Mystery Machine

Fuck them pussy niggas tell them bitches come and get me
Bitch I'm from the north don't rock tuxedos we rock dickies
Bussing plays inside a jitney hit haninnis with a blicky
Had to cut some niggas because them niggas moving shifty ole
That perky make me itchy ratchet bitch her pussy sticky
I got some boys inside the hood do ya ass just like you ricky
Hit the river toss the smithy codeine syrup lemon simply
PNC, Chase bank boa tap in with me
Ole this gas punchin niggas ain't on nun David Ruffin
I been tempted to kick a door he got the pack I think he bluffin
Let's play roulette with his life
I think this baby Draco Russian
Put my cuzzo on lick he took ya pack and called me blushing
Niggas linking up with rats just to get the cheaper pack
Why he call his self the god
Cause my boys believe in that
Why you fuck these niggas hoes
Cause these hoes be needing that
Why I cut these bitches off
Cause I'll never need em back
I seen a niggas bitch I want I booked a room because she fucking
Treat these bitches like they nothing can't get nothing no discussion
Kayro syrup robutussin turned me nothing into something
Made a hunnit then start stunting if you booming I can front it
SRT my engine thumping sound like Godzilla been fucking
Send my young bitch to the mall if I want it she gone punch it
Bitches always run they suckers I don't think that I can trust it
Niggas always ask for favors I just tell em kick the bucket
Young boss nigga I can pitch and toss nigga
I'm a sore loser I can't take no loss nigga
She a bad bitch but she love dog nigga
If I'm down on my ass then I'm taking y'all's nigga



Credits
Writer(s): James Fedd
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