Don't talk to me, lil baby, you ain't gettin' money
Little bitch sittin' on her ass, and she don't want no money
WHO said they gonna take WHAT? Tell 'em take it from me
Down bad in the trap, countin' chicken, extra crunchy
Unc in the corner, sleep standin', now he high as shit
Aunty look like That's So Raven when she hit the glick
Hold on back the fuck up, “pardon me”, I’m talking shit
Don’t ask why me why the fuck I go outside with the glick
They said that E-pill fucked my mind up
Worried ‘bout me bitch, you fucking yo’ grind up
Nigga walk the fuck up, he know his time up
Walk off in that bitch and walk out with a fine one
Everyday I was in jail I thought about breaking out
Down bad, stuck off up in the trenches, couldn’t make it out
I see through these niggas who took the safer route
Imma pull up with my car like I’m signing paper routes
I ain’t sitting down lil bitch, we gon’ take it out
Bitch want calamari, bitch betta eat rice
I was down bad in the trap I was eating ice
Unc so damn fucked up, he might eat the mice
They like “Got damn, yeen even right”
A couple E-pills is what I need tonight
Tryna hit a opp nigga, make his ass sing tonight
Turning ass nigga on the stand, he getting his fingers right
Bullshit ass scratch boy, you need to write
Pussy boy better fall back, couldn’t do it right
You got yo’ eyes closed, who the fuck is you shooting at?
All that got damn internet, why you doing that?
Look like Pooty Tang with his shiny ahh back
The rock out the pot and the people act broke
Glock see a opp, hit em with the people elbow
Put a sock in his mouth, like Mr. Socko
I’m Booker T. but my bitch look like Demi Levato
My cougar bitch in Miami, pulled up in a Tahoe
Ate the dick up, fed that hoe some dollar tacos
They gon’ do me like I’m Kodak, they gon’ tryna clone me
Big Neph, he the real drug rich, that nigga phoney
I’m saying what I want, bitch, that’s how I feel
Couldn’t even start talking shit if I had a deal
Imma put 12 tall bags in my wheel
Shiny ass lil Glock look like Lil Bill
Imma smoke weed till my lips look like Lil Bill
They said that I was ugly as the fuck look like Lil Bill
You see she don’t got no eyebrows, look like Lil Bill
Bitch, my whole gang drunker than King of The Hill
Up the glick so got damn fast, look like let’s make a deal
I can pick a lock like I’m Tommy Pete
At the gun store, looking for bullets the size of missles
Bitch, I feel like Kim Jong Un with that fucking missle
Go ahead and get to the point, stop talking in riddles
Glock hit is head, turned into a bag of Skittles
I been in the trap since watching Malcom in The Middle
Opps in the house watching cartoons since they was little
Somebody answer me, for a chain, I might get some head from Death Anthony
For real
Little bitch sittin' on her ass, and she don't want no money
WHO said they gonna take WHAT? Tell 'em take it from me
Down bad in the trap, countin' chicken, extra crunchy
Unc in the corner, sleep standin', now he high as shit
Aunty look like That's So Raven when she hit the glick
Hold on back the fuck up, “pardon me”, I’m talking shit
Don’t ask why me why the fuck I go outside with the glick
They said that E-pill fucked my mind up
Worried ‘bout me bitch, you fucking yo’ grind up
Nigga walk the fuck up, he know his time up
Walk off in that bitch and walk out with a fine one
Everyday I was in jail I thought about breaking out
Down bad, stuck off up in the trenches, couldn’t make it out
I see through these niggas who took the safer route
Imma pull up with my car like I’m signing paper routes
I ain’t sitting down lil bitch, we gon’ take it out
Bitch want calamari, bitch betta eat rice
I was down bad in the trap I was eating ice
Unc so damn fucked up, he might eat the mice
They like “Got damn, yeen even right”
A couple E-pills is what I need tonight
Tryna hit a opp nigga, make his ass sing tonight
Turning ass nigga on the stand, he getting his fingers right
Bullshit ass scratch boy, you need to write
Pussy boy better fall back, couldn’t do it right
You got yo’ eyes closed, who the fuck is you shooting at?
All that got damn internet, why you doing that?
Look like Pooty Tang with his shiny ahh back
The rock out the pot and the people act broke
Glock see a opp, hit em with the people elbow
Put a sock in his mouth, like Mr. Socko
I’m Booker T. but my bitch look like Demi Levato
My cougar bitch in Miami, pulled up in a Tahoe
Ate the dick up, fed that hoe some dollar tacos
They gon’ do me like I’m Kodak, they gon’ tryna clone me
Big Neph, he the real drug rich, that nigga phoney
I’m saying what I want, bitch, that’s how I feel
Couldn’t even start talking shit if I had a deal
Imma put 12 tall bags in my wheel
Shiny ass lil Glock look like Lil Bill
Imma smoke weed till my lips look like Lil Bill
They said that I was ugly as the fuck look like Lil Bill
You see she don’t got no eyebrows, look like Lil Bill
Bitch, my whole gang drunker than King of The Hill
Up the glick so got damn fast, look like let’s make a deal
I can pick a lock like I’m Tommy Pete
At the gun store, looking for bullets the size of missles
Bitch, I feel like Kim Jong Un with that fucking missle
Go ahead and get to the point, stop talking in riddles
Glock hit is head, turned into a bag of Skittles
I been in the trap since watching Malcom in The Middle
Opps in the house watching cartoons since they was little
Somebody answer me, for a chain, I might get some head from Death Anthony
For real
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