Unaware

M.D.B
Uh Um
Yea

I can't believe that they not hip

By any means, they know before I leave, my Glock stay on my hip
They know that he is all about the green, I'm broccoli on this shit
Them niggas hate the sauce, don't know I go hibachi on his bitch
I'm Miley off the molly Taylor Swift'd
Think I'm playin' bout my cheese until he Swiss'd, his ass a bitch
I got they ass in disbelief, I be so fly, must be the shit
Niggas not ready for the work, I told they ass to call in sick
My bitch drink Taylor Port, I taste it on her lips, it got her drunk as shit, she throwin' up
She tryna eat the dick, said it's too much of it, I'm not the one
Don't talk to me unless you talkin' money, the ventriloquist
Don't talk to me in front of my bitch, swear I don't know the bitch
Get close to me, got Harley equipped, fuck around ghost
The bitch in love with me, myself and my dick, she love to show her tits

She on her knees, her legs and her feet, you keep your Glock in there?
I told her ass draws PSD, you keep your cock in there?

I can't believe, they can't believe that I'm not it
By any means, that if I freeze, I'll be the coldest of them yet
Whip got no keys, like "Yes Indeed," should've been featured on that bitch
I changed the station on your shit
I get shit poppin' like a zit



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Writer(s): Anthony Drain Jr.
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