Letras
Man, them niggas gon' be mad to hear this, man, huh
Stop acting like you don't know what the fuck this is
Book your bitches through my hand, put that dick up on her
I got that switch up on me, yeah
Book your bitches through my hand, put that dick up on her
And I ain't worryin' bout shit, I got that switch up on me
Roll her BD out the zip, we really zipped, lil homie
Fast forward, I ain't do no talkin, I drop pickle on her
I play wide receiver, she play cornerback, I'm dickin' on her
Been fuckin' her in middle school when they was pickin' on her
Bad bitches grow up, you ain't never hit her, that's a shorty
Eat my dick til she throw up, put the tip and she farted
Yeah, glock 19, I'm poppin' this lil' bitch like it's a Harley
I don't drink, this bitch tryna get me drunk, this bitch a alcoholic
If she let me fuck, I swear to God that I'ma go retarded
Stuff that dick in her just like a 40, lil' Joe crash the party
He saw flames, the last thing he saw my draco talkin
Niggas tender, goin' on they bitch page just to hawk, me
I'ma fuck that ho when you die, and spit up in your coffin
All my killers, I got love for them, ain't gotta do no talkin
Catch him walkin, we gon' chalk him
Pop out four to get the barking
Fuck a nigga, I'm feelin' good with this ham sandwich, on me
I then popped in the hood with them bands all on me
Tryna finesse me, tryna fuck me from my sack, I ain't a flonkey bitch