Fisher (4-Mix) Duwap Kaine

For the hood I go hardcore
She send invisible ink, she real freaky off the Taylor Port
Gotta white bitch, gotta brown bitch
Something like a s'more
Onna Westside with the Southside, bitch from the four
She take a perk, she itching always biting like a dinosaur (Junky Bitch)
I got mo[re] money than the bank
No, this ain't no metaphor
And I said "I'll give you the world"
Baby that's a metaphor (I lied)
Girl you ain't giving top, bitch what you hear for?
E-e-endless
Yeah my love so mother fucking endless
Sorry baby I left you in the Bentley
Get yo nigga cause I know that he envy
10 rounds in the [A]K, got you 10 piece
Squeeze the mother fucking [A]K until it's empty
Broke ass nigga, yo heart looks empty
Fly ass nigga, I ain't giving no sympathy
You better have some respect, going...(?)
Really care about the mother fucking love
I don't care if you got Gucci or Fendi
Don't give a fuck if yo ass trendy
How the fuck, is that going to impress me?
Fuck a stylist, ain't nobody gonna dress me
I earned respect, ain't nobody gon[na] press me
Skinny jeans on, I feel like Young Thug
Skinny jeans so I look like Jeffery
Draco, if a nigga move sketchy
She let me hit, how the fuck you better let me
You know she gonna fuck if it's me, especially
You already know that I'm special B[itch]
Loveee
Yeah she want love from a thug
You was in school asking for some hugs
I was in that bitch selling drugs
Gotta four five on my side nigga I'll bust this bitch
Fuck on yo hoe
Fill yo bitch up, like a luggage bitch
Gotta real bitch, if you know I really love ha thuggish shit (thug)
She fuck with me, she say "a bay bay" like Hurricane Chris
This bitch on that bullshit
Scratch yo hoe off the hit list (yeah)
Free my niggas out them jail cells
Cause I'm really tired of them visits man
Ain't seen my niggas in a minute man
Fuck yo hoe, imma minute man
If Ian have no money on my kids, I would've went to prison man
Money fuck up friendships man
Stop fucking these hoes raw
Cause they giving out bad experience man
I say that off experience man
Fly ass hell when we take yo man
My Rolex ain't ticking man
Master P no limit man
I'll fuck yo hoe and I'll do it again
Yeah she with me, yeah till the end
Keep it a 100, yeah 100 percent
Baby girl I'm like fuck yo boyfriend
Me having motion, man they gotta pretend
Wake up, gotta repent
I'm not a dike, but the strap in my pants
Like...(?) she do that shit with no hands
Every time I cheat, she document
Baby girl, man we just was a man
We wasn't meant for each other
I'm getting money, spend that shit on my mother
You know I won't, ever change on my brother
Glock in the fucking Moncler puffer
I'll feed a nigga, I don't want you to suffer
I'm getting money, I don't care who tougher
You a fuck nigga, I can't fuck with no buster
Baby girl, imma mother fucker
She really thought that I was a lover
Niggas talking, man he talking that rubbish
You fuck that hoe better use you a rubber
Baby know I'm from the hood
Baby know I'm from the gutter
Can't fuck with no sucker
Too many bitches, man gon ahead fuck ha
Better keep you a gun this summer
Imma playa, and playas fuck up
Counting man I'm counting colors
Off the liquor man I gotta recover
That's yo bitch man she under my covers
Mix the louie with the undercover
Boy you get no money, that's a bummer
All of that dick riding, boy I know yo bum hurt
Pull up with sticks the real block busters
She changed up for money it's fuck ha (fuck ha)
Fuck her (yeah)
Pull up on yo block and yo block on that bullshit
Bust on that bitch and yo bitch that's a full clip
Lemme get some of yo liquor, just a lil sip
Matter fact lemme hit the mushrooms
Take a damn trip