(Drior) Damn, damn, damn, uh Uh, damn, damn M Row Freak bitch tryna act brand new Let me just take off the plastic Know she the mutt, slut, ran through Beat up her gut, breakin' her mattress Shakin' her ass, you know I'ma handle She throwin' it back, you know I'ma smack it Out like a light show, candle And she doin' splits, I ain't talkin' gymnastics Catch Jay Hound and you know I'm gon' blast it Jet, like, what? For you, I'ma crash it Oh, she playin' "Neaky" Oh, you feel treeshy? Fuck out my car tryna play all that trash shit Kenny Capone, hate his songs with a passion Four times, did you see me? You know I get active I know what's up, you cap in your rappin' You know my bop, I just get straight to- Money B, please stop tryna troll me Never did nothin' to me or my homies (Word to bro) Say that you on it, just come and show me Get off my dick 'cause you really don't know me Now I'm back to that hip shit She got good ass, her waistline bony Bitch, listen closely Hands on your knees, just shake it real slowly Pick up the pace, now watch how it jiggle Left cheek, right cheek, watch how it wiggle Get out the way, let me get in the middle Hit from the back while I play with her nipple Her hair too long, make her bootyhole tickle She petite and she little, she takin' the pickle She know I'm on court, I'm not tryna dribble I seen one nigga and I threw more than triple We in the V, she holdin' my blick She took it off safety, think that she slick (Word?) I told her, "That shit got a kick But you way too pretty, I don't want you to click" Chop got a ladder, came with a stick Who that right there? No time to pick (Who that right there?) Cops pull us over, they think they gon' frisk Just cover my bail 'cause I'm takin' that risk Freak bitch tryna act brand new Let me just take off the plastic Know she the mutt, slut, ran through Beat up her gut, breakin' her mattress Shakin' her ass, you know I'ma handle She throwin' it back, you know I'ma smack it Out like a light show, candle And she doin' splits, I ain't talkin' gymnastics Catch Jay Hound and you know I'm gon' blast it Jet, like, what? For you, I'ma crash it Oh, she playin' "Neaky" Oh, you feel treeshy? Fuck out my car tryna play all that trash shit Kenny Capone, hate his songs with a passion Four times, did you see me? You know I get active I know what's up, you cap in your rappin' You know my bop, I just get straight to-