Time to drip
It came with a ocean
Drown in all em
Splash
Gentlemen
In all this splash
Brand new wave
I'm ocean half
Fuckin' that bih
From the back
On bathsalts, you would thought I'd
Spaz
Uh, doin' the dash
On a brand new track car
(Fff) I almost crashed
Pussy lil' nigga
You ain't get no shit wif
If you ain't even get to know
How to cash
Pussy lil' hoe
Can't come to my telly
If you ain't got no ass
Shawty you bad
I'd might smash
But nah
I ain't if a nigga got no gas
I'm gone home for all day
Only the real gon' last
Good to be done with
Life been hard
Gotta go through the day
With a flask
Makin' my sons
Smells of off rain
Finessee, I'm feelin' like nash
Shawty want to be in my future
But won't tell me her past
Shawty want me, my future
But won't tell me her past
I gotta a double my way
I need my personal space
Shawty always had a real bit of
Face, thick thighs and real damn waist
Niggas be fuckin' with the baddest hoes
Still cheat on them, end of the case
Niggas be fuckin' with the baddest hoes
Still cheat on them, end of the case
Then ima back up the rave
Back up the Glock with faith
Back up the dodge, you can race
Back of the car, she gave face
Little bitch, she ain't check
So quit, no matter hoe, you bad
Never real chase
Little bit racist
Fucked a girl in every race, yeah
The world be mad
Persue me at my state, yeah
And there yo friends, ghost
Your hoe eatin' my stake, oh
Whole lotta girlfriends
I guess that's a lot on my plate, yeah?
And then call mari
Two different fits, both of dem are barbies
Had to show, how to know you lookin' salty
Don't even think like fauni
I could convince a bitch to work for me
Make it a callin'
I could convince a bitch to twerk for me at 4 in the mornin'
I could convince a nigga to give me a pistol, he gon' see a coffin
I do the dash in the beamer right down one day
I seen the boy walkin'
Pull up on these pussy ass boy
Shoot em down, not do no talkin'
I feel like I'm the king of new york
Joe dirt, you're Christopher Walken
Pussy lil' boy wanna smoke
Instead of with us, leave em out in Chattan
Ah, leave in chattan
Hoes, Cause they callin'
Oh, We ballin'
Oh, They Stallin'
Duffle bag
Hold a lot of stick
Pornstar
Suck lot of dicks
Think he straight
They need henny
Stupid boy
I'm done hit it
This bullet here
Gon have yo name
Niggas straight wanna
This shit gon' hit em
All of they bullet gon' hit em
All of they bullet gon' hit em
Pornstar
Lot of chicks
Xvideos
Lots of dicks
All of these pool
I need Jesus
All of my bitches been filled with semen
All of niggas been turn to demon
Reauthorazation
Maybe I'm bleedin'
All of my niggas got turned to demons
Hellcat
Vroom Vroom Vroom
No speedin'
You my dawg
Just for treason
You my dawg
For no muhhfuckin' reason
All of my exes out here
Reachin'
All of ya'll new hoes
So bad seasoned
I got my plans on to change to new season
All my young niggas, they turn to demon
I just pulled up in a hellcat
And that hellcat became a demon
GTR
With a
SRT
Baby you know I'm known for speed
Me and speed in the midnight club
Grand, for em all
Code 3'
Her parents lit
But she ain't not see
Never seen niggas dominatin' the street
TTB, Young Elite
34 hunnit, soldiers eat
Baby ya'll call me bipolar
Cause I'm cold with the heat
Then I'm cold like they
When the dro' come with company
Baby girl call me bipolar
Misses in they swear to eat
S-R-T-T-B
My shooters
They shoot for free
