[Intro]
This nigga on the same beat
[Chorus]
Call up gang on the phone, he said, "Nigga, drop this song" (Drop this song, drop that—, drop this song, drop that—)
Told my boy I'll call him back, I'm gettin' throated on the road (I'm gettin' throated, eugh, eugh, eugh, throated, eugh, eugh, eugh, gettin' throated)
Shawty suck me, no control, I almost met into a pole
Self-driving in that Tesi', I don't own a bicycle (Woah, skrrt, skrrt, woah-woah, woah-woah, woah, skrrt, skrrt, woah-woah-woah, fah-fah-fah)
[Verse 1]
2017, kickin' shit with [?], heard he kickin' doors
It's tough, I hardly coved, tenth grade, we skippin' school
I go geek up with bro, then I take my ass home
Instead of doing homework, Christian, he wrote a song
But that shit paid off, I got these bitches like, "Yo, this my song"
She copped a dildo of my dick, so she could top me while I'm gone
You went out sad, bitch, I'm on that ass, like Charmin® Ultra Strong™
I copped that bag, yeah the zaza pack, sparkin' out the pump
Call my ho on the phone, she said, "When you comin' home?"
No, I can't share my load, shawty, we too fuckin' grown
[Instrumental Break]
[Verse 2]
Man, roll the blunt up, do my stunt jump, add the nunchucks
Panda, rich inside my mind, might fuck someone, uh (Might fuck someone)
Invite her in, she said, my ca—, my casa big as fuck (Big as fuck)
Then, take her down like, "bah-bah-bah-bah," bitch, I'm blickin' her
Tweak off the pint of Wock' with Jay The Don, I kick the cup
The second Julie hit my line, that's on my kids or sum' (That's on my kids)
That's on my kids or sum' (That's on my kids)
That's on my kids or sum' (That's on my kids)
This nigga on the same beat
[Chorus]
Call up gang on the phone, he said, "Nigga, drop this song" (Drop this song, drop that—, drop this song, drop that—)
Told my boy I'll call him back, I'm gettin' throated on the road (I'm gettin' throated, eugh, eugh, eugh, throated, eugh, eugh, eugh, gettin' throated)
Shawty suck me, no control, I almost met into a pole
Self-driving in that Tesi', I don't own a bicycle (Woah, skrrt, skrrt, woah-woah, woah-woah, woah, skrrt, skrrt, woah-woah-woah, fah-fah-fah)
[Verse 1]
2017, kickin' shit with [?], heard he kickin' doors
It's tough, I hardly coved, tenth grade, we skippin' school
I go geek up with bro, then I take my ass home
Instead of doing homework, Christian, he wrote a song
But that shit paid off, I got these bitches like, "Yo, this my song"
She copped a dildo of my dick, so she could top me while I'm gone
You went out sad, bitch, I'm on that ass, like Charmin® Ultra Strong™
I copped that bag, yeah the zaza pack, sparkin' out the pump
Call my ho on the phone, she said, "When you comin' home?"
No, I can't share my load, shawty, we too fuckin' grown
[Instrumental Break]
[Verse 2]
Man, roll the blunt up, do my stunt jump, add the nunchucks
Panda, rich inside my mind, might fuck someone, uh (Might fuck someone)
Invite her in, she said, my ca—, my casa big as fuck (Big as fuck)
Then, take her down like, "bah-bah-bah-bah," bitch, I'm blickin' her
Tweak off the pint of Wock' with Jay The Don, I kick the cup
The second Julie hit my line, that's on my kids or sum' (That's on my kids)
That's on my kids or sum' (That's on my kids)
That's on my kids or sum' (That's on my kids)
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