Whippin Azz King Los

[Verse 1: Los]
Man I got dumb hoes, stupid bands
The guts red, but the coupe is tan
If a slut with it, I'mma scoop her damn
And have her "draggin' balls" no Super Saiyan
Make her pussy whistle like a flute was playin
At my "crib tonight" no Superman
Get it kryptonite, Superman
I'm in a new sedan and bumpin Luther Van
I make her grip, break a cheque
Make your bitch break her neck
Handle you niggas and won't even break a sweet
Hit your brakes, slow it down, your shit was fake
Lil nigga, big mistake, I'm the shit what's the big debate?
My niggas in the kitchen got shit to bake
Bitch I'm nuts like Christmas cake
I said cut your single and drop it
Everything bout to slow up
Got Krispy Kreme in my pocket
In other words my dough nuts
She go nuts when I'm in her thang
No luck with you minute man
My city told me go kill you niggas
So I told the coach to put me in the game

[Hook: Los]
I say I ball, I swag, I grind, I floss
I cop these cars, pop tags, I shine, take off