[Verse 1]
Whippin' out the glad, got the shotty, no pistol
When you gettin' money errybody got a issue
Niggas on they menstrual, bitch, I'm grindin' on my grizzle
And the way I make the piece make this shit look simple
Whippin' out the glad, got the shotty, no pistol
When you gettin' money errybody got a issue
Niggas on they menstrual, bitch, I'm grindin' on my grizzle
And the way I whip the piece make this shit look simple
Plays out the fiddle, whip 'em then I ship 'em
Beat the pussy up, that's no incidentals
Used to wear Chuck Taylors when I had little
Now I rock Y3, put the rappers in the skittle
Playin' with the money like monkey in the middle
And I'm tryna get this paper for a crib in an igloo
Hard on the hoe, I make the bitch look brittle
Bitch'll smoke it on the fire, hotboxin' in the kennel
The way I look, the way I style, they think I'm on my mental
Baby, I ain't on em', I am out this dimension
Fuck the hoe, forget her like I got dementia
But, if the pussy good, make a memo to remember
Don't talk to her if I don't wanna offend her
Next thing I know, the bitch stay coppin' then she spendin'
She know I'm from the way, like that, I'm eccentric
In the kitchen, backin' up trees, cuttin' with the clippers
Whippin' out the glad, got the shotty, no pistol
When you gettin' money errybody got a issue
Niggas on they menstrual, bitch, I'm grindin' on my grizzle
And the way I make the piece make this shit look simple
Whippin' out the glad, got the shotty, no pistol
When you gettin' money errybody got a issue
Niggas on they menstrual, bitch, I'm grindin' on my grizzle
And the way I whip the piece make this shit look simple
Plays out the fiddle, whip 'em then I ship 'em
Beat the pussy up, that's no incidentals
Used to wear Chuck Taylors when I had little
Now I rock Y3, put the rappers in the skittle
Playin' with the money like monkey in the middle
And I'm tryna get this paper for a crib in an igloo
Hard on the hoe, I make the bitch look brittle
Bitch'll smoke it on the fire, hotboxin' in the kennel
The way I look, the way I style, they think I'm on my mental
Baby, I ain't on em', I am out this dimension
Fuck the hoe, forget her like I got dementia
But, if the pussy good, make a memo to remember
Don't talk to her if I don't wanna offend her
Next thing I know, the bitch stay coppin' then she spendin'
She know I'm from the way, like that, I'm eccentric
In the kitchen, backin' up trees, cuttin' with the clippers
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!