Whooy Mhmm Yeah Big booty bitches walking when it's hot outside Nigga dead in the car on the passenger side Had a switch in his left He was thinking of slide He ain't even get to pour, nigga water them dying Grass dead in my hood, it ain't no water outside This a South Park in the summer, where they're really going dying Auntie arguing at the store, finna fight in the line Bitch, they made us spill the liquor a cigarette hit the grind Yeah, Nigga getting money Maybach, different kinds I could spit some punch lines, but there's pain on my mind You ever seen your mamma stab a needle vein and then dying Daddy losing every job, he feels like wasting his time We was faced to do crime I couldn't be no good Samaritan I'd rather be half human when you African-American treat you like a monster every room you walk they stay again So fuck it, I'm the boogie man I'm buying a new coup again My roof is in 65 bands going Super-Sayjian Really going margin boo, it's black and pink flying trough Sauce got so much flavor, I made Billie Eilish tie my shoe Rappers losing raiders like the tummy season one and two Fuck the views, I got bitches clocking millions on the cruise She ain't riding carnival but she about to stunt a move Acrobat, flipping the captain the passenger the back was after stacks Dibble and Devils, they're dropping their numbers like Rappers she paying me after that Driving no traffic, I'm riding a bitch with a setter, that's really my habitat Till the winter you wrestle, you still do rather we getting your soul detached Then I need a bitch I'll smack her ass, with no pat on, she gon' eat all of that Clap, Clap Clap, Clap Blow out her bag Hate you the people, you love that shit for real Jump in the car with your closest kill Better start nine, six teen Talking too much, bitch chill He on a 30, big pill He was impressed, full of that fit he ain't on the hot spit team Talking too much, bitch chill TRX Truck, big wheels He got a tune, how many room? I leave a Hellcat still She want a guy, I want the sky I told the bitch climb here You wasn't there, and you was trash, you bought them cheap-ass veneers Lemeers Honey large, double ears Got some big homies on the yard, hundred years 14 years strong, not a card from his kids Think about your babies when that rod in your hands When you really balling, you got broads in the stands Switches on them googles, wifi all never jam Pacer ain't a chef buddy sizzling a lamb I'm in taste but all pink killer cam