Dr Dolittle

(Enrgy made this one)

Y'ello

Look

Pack got this shit locked, got the fallback

Gettin' up out the Scat, bad bitch seein' all crack

It's money on the floor, I'ma haul ass

Got these hoes suckin' the same nigga they used to call fat

Laid back nigga, I been givin' bitches shark vibes

Big spender, I get in her like a hard drive

Gentle with the women, all they showed me is they soft side

Make a bad bitch spit in my mouth until her tongue dry

Flunk Flex shitted on me, but we cool now

My sister came out with a coochie, she a dude now

Used to hit motels just to swim, I got a pool house

Veneers fuckin' stank, braces got me with a new smile

I want a daughter, got two sons, I need a new child

Walk around with dog shit on me like I move bowels

Sneak always wanna kill somebody, nigga, cool down

Sittin' courtside in two seats, nigga, move down

Joe McFashion, Wallo, Gillie, got me motivated

When I was down, they said, "Get up", I got to rollerbladin'

BTA, belt to ass if you ain't cultivated

Funny rap nigga kickin' ass, go and Soulja hate me

I be shootin' dice in the hood, don't got to go to Vegas

Super charged Beamer, hit the gas, you hear the motor shakin'

Fuck Cracker Barrel, I'm from Flint, I'ma Golden Gate it

My bitch said it's her or the lean, I'ma go with Quagen

I hit the work, it jump back, I gotta fight with it

Light-skinned, pussy tighter than a vice-gripper

You seen Bill Cosby, you seen Kobe Bryant

You seen Shannon Sharpe, keep your dick up out of white women

Work, work, work, work, work

Work, work, work, work, work

Work, work, work, work, work

Work, work, work, work, work

Work, work, work, work

You want this bread? Bitch, you know you gotta work for it

Caught a nigga walkin' out the mall and shot the shirt off him

Call me Dr. Dolittle, I heard a bird talkin'

I need three eighths of drank 'cause my daughter and my son coughin'

Bitch, shut the fuck up before my gun talkin'

You got how many 'bows on you? Okay, come off it

Cali' plug gave me a hundred 'bows, I'm finna run off

He must don't know Ri'

I'll turn into the motherfuckin' old Ri', run off with a whole P

He said five thousand for the Tris, he must smoke lean

I got a bunch money but a dope fiend

I came home on the same shit, they didn't clone me

Work, work, work, work, work

Work, work, work, work, work

Work, work, work, work, work

Work, work, work, work, work

Work, work, work, work

Bitch, I need a million dollars, I can't stop workin'

I done put a switchy on the back, it got the Glock twerkin'

Like, lil' nigga, you never seen a dub, my nigga, stop Percin'

I am nothin' like them average niggas, I'm a hot person

All I do is hear the beat and then I tweak

If it's up, I'ma come straight to your door, bitch, I don't tweet

Sike, I'm lyin' just in case them boys listenin', I don't beef

Everyday I get up and go work, bitch, I don't sleep

Like, when I take the braces off, I'm puttin' diamonds in my teeth, nigga

Ayy, my mama said if you don't go to work, then you don't eat, nigga

Fuck it, we delete niggas, I ain't the pushin' peace, nigga

Make a bad bitch scream my name when I go deep in her

Bitch pussy wider than a parking lot, can park a Jeep in there

I'm in the Yams, somewhere posted on the block just like the Heat center, huh

This shit comin' off the dome, bitch, I ain't write this one

I just ran into some fine shit, how I ain't pipe this one?

How I ain't get in there? Like

The way that bro be standin' on the block, you think he livin' there

I don't walk around with one Glock, I gotta keep a pair

My lil' brother, he'll smoke your ass even if you stare

He don't give a fuck

Lil' bitch got a flat booty, I had to lift it up