First off, I do this shit
Y'all niggas ain't never been through this shit
Thirty round clip, might hit, might miss
Pussy nigga I don't give a fuck who you with
White bitch count my buku chips
White bitch count my buku chips
White bitch count my buku chips
White bitch count my buku chips
Taking trips with different bitches, my life is exciting
My life is a movie, yours truly the writer
If I like, I probably wife, I probably fuck in one night
I'm with Fred and the [?], getting money from Schnider
Her pussy from China, her body melodic
I'm slicker than Rick, she desire my fire
I give her that pain, left lane in the rain
I see the police, we saying no names
White bitches in my kitchen, cooking, cleaning the dishes
Left wrist whip whipping, mama thought I was pimping
She told me I'm special and I should work with the given
Your back lifting weak, hand it over, I'll lift it
I'm talking working with the preacher, serving cocaine in the bleachers
Pussy and power, I'm a sucker for sneakers
My new bitch a geeker, I fuck her, I leave her
But I be back, a couple macs and on my lap is a diva, nigga
I'm patient when I'm waiting, laying under your house
I been plotting for hours, feel like your trap should be ours
Trip with the powder, box out with the [?]
I drink my liquid with swishers, my niggas up in the towers
Ask me how I found her like a brick on the counter
If she rich I'm a dick her, if she snitch I'm a out her
Give no fuck, I roll the dice, I probably hike up the price
Let your white bitch count it, call me back if you like it, nigga
