WATTY UZI
Hit that hoe like 10k, uh
Talking that shit on the internet (huh)
Fuck boy I'm not into that
Find where you stay and have gang come and enter that
Coupe come with high speed like the internet
You don't value your life so I'm ending that
Treat your block just like a top yeah I'm spinnin' that
Treat your block just like a knot yeah I'm spinnin' that
Treat a opp just like a welcome mat step on that
Got your bitch all on my log like a lumber jack
Hit from the back and then I stick my thumb in that
Punt with a cunt round two imma run it back
Pull out game A-1 so I cannot cum in that
I know what come out yo ass I can't eat it
But that bitch bad, like Mike Jackson, I beat it
I feel like I'm Dae Dae I feel like a demon
Got her on knees like she praying to deacon
She got baby fever she craving my semen
I'm standing 6'4 wit 10 toes on the cement
My kicks got no creases these brand new black cements
Or red bottoms on me like my sneakers bleeding
Chrome to his dome no Chrome Heart beanie
I feel like I'm Pink! just give me a reason (just give me a reason)
Sike I don't need it
Just like I typed the wrong thing I delete 'em
Coach of The Year, every season
Ballin so hard and these boys in the bleachers
Talking that shit on the internet (huh)
Fuck boy I'm not into that
Find where you stay and have gang come and enter that
Coupe come with high speed like the internet
You don't value your life so I'm ending that
Treat your block just like a top yeah I'm spinnin' that
Treat your block just like a knot yeah I'm spinnin' that
Treat a opp just like a welcome mat step on that
Got your bitch all on my log like a lumber jack
Hit from the back and then I stick my thumb in that
Punt with a cunt round two imma run it back
Pull out game A-1 so I cannot cum in that
You not my homie, no, no, no (No, no, no)
You not my homie, you do not know me
Got a bitch on me, she is Cambodian (Wah, huh)
I get the guap, nigga you know it (Woah)
I got a Glock, it got a stick (Woah)
It got a mop, like a custodian (Woah)
I got the sauce, you could just soak in it (Woah, woah)
I got the sweet aromatic with dope in it (Woah)
My paint is so wet, it's so clean, put some soap in it (Woah, woah)
I went in Gucci, and I'm closing it (Woah)
I went in Louis, and I'm closing it
You went in Prada, and you stole from it (Yeah)
Okay, she give me the pussy, I float in it
Okay, she do not like root beer, got Coke in it (woah)
Okay, her skin is so smooth 'cause she lotion it
Grra-kada-boom, lil' bitch, I'm totin' it (Grra-kada-boom)
Pikachu, Bulbasaur, Charmander
I'll make you lean, but you ain't drinkin' no Fanta (I got you)
Walk off the scene with a sawed off with no handle (Woah)
Gucci my seam and my pocket got four 'nanas
B.B. on me so I felt like I'm Santana
Only thing Burberry probably my bandana
Audemar P., so I cannot damn stand it
How I feel 'bout them Xans same way I feel 'bout a ham sandwich
Talking that shit on the internet (huh)
Fuck boy I'm not into that
Find where you stay and have gang come and enter that
Coupe come with high speed like the internet
You don't value your life so I'm ending that
Treat your block just like a top yeah I'm spinnin' that
Treat your block just like a knot yeah I'm spinnin' that
Treat a opp just like a welcome mat step on that
Got your bitch all on my log like a lumber jack
Hit from the back and then I stick my thumb in that
Punt with a cunt round two imma run it back
Pull out game A-1 so I cannot cum in that
I know what come out yo ass I can't eat it
But that bitch bad, like Mike Jackson, I beat it
I feel like I'm Dae Dae I feel like a demon
Got her on knees like she praying to deacon
She got baby fever she craving my semen
I'm standing 6'4 wit 10 toes on the cement
My kicks got no creases these brand new black cements
Or red bottoms on me like my sneakers bleeding
Chrome to his dome no Chrome Heart beanie
I feel like I'm Pink! just give me a reason (just give me a reason)
Sike I don't need it
Just like I typed the wrong thing I delete 'em
Coach of The Year, every season
Ballin so hard and these boys in the bleachers
Talking that shit on the internet (huh)
Fuck boy I'm not into that
Find where you stay and have gang come and enter that
Coupe come with high speed like the internet
You don't value your life so I'm ending that
Treat your block just like a top yeah I'm spinnin' that
Treat your block just like a knot yeah I'm spinnin' that
Treat a opp just like a welcome mat step on that
Got your bitch all on my log like a lumber jack
Hit from the back and then I stick my thumb in that
Punt with a cunt round two imma run it back
Pull out game A-1 so I cannot cum in that
You not my homie, no, no, no (No, no, no)
You not my homie, you do not know me
Got a bitch on me, she is Cambodian (Wah, huh)
I get the guap, nigga you know it (Woah)
I got a Glock, it got a stick (Woah)
It got a mop, like a custodian (Woah)
I got the sauce, you could just soak in it (Woah, woah)
I got the sweet aromatic with dope in it (Woah)
My paint is so wet, it's so clean, put some soap in it (Woah, woah)
I went in Gucci, and I'm closing it (Woah)
I went in Louis, and I'm closing it
You went in Prada, and you stole from it (Yeah)
Okay, she give me the pussy, I float in it
Okay, she do not like root beer, got Coke in it (woah)
Okay, her skin is so smooth 'cause she lotion it
Grra-kada-boom, lil' bitch, I'm totin' it (Grra-kada-boom)
Pikachu, Bulbasaur, Charmander
I'll make you lean, but you ain't drinkin' no Fanta (I got you)
Walk off the scene with a sawed off with no handle (Woah)
Gucci my seam and my pocket got four 'nanas
B.B. on me so I felt like I'm Santana
Only thing Burberry probably my bandana
Audemar P., so I cannot damn stand it
How I feel 'bout them Xans same way I feel 'bout a ham sandwich
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Writer(s): Symere Woods, Eric Watson
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