[Intro]
I'm in the Yucatan
What up, love?
Say look
Bitch doin' everything it s'posed to do but
Them babies, they 'bout to vomit
They say this shit got a bad taste on it
[Verse 1]
Shot the text, he wan' hit on the waist
Northside, pullin' up in the H (I'm in there)
Where you at? (I'm here) I'm in the city, this Gates
The body shop, I need to get in your face
Five hundred blocks in the middle, been gettin' ridiculous
Lotta this shit wasn't straight
I dropped a load on my partner, encountered some problems
Receivin' a lotta complaints (For real)
It do what it's s'posed to, it jump out the gym in the kitchen and smokers not liking the taste (Not likin' that)
Droppin' the coupe with vanilla extract in the Pyrex and try not to run 'em away (I got it)
Big homie in Baltimore say that it's boomin', I'm tempted to go back and fuck with the food
Wait on my killas to get outta prison in case these the niggas don't play by the rules
I can remember when I was just wishin'
A 30 cent flipper, we stood on the block
Grabbin' it hard out the bungalow, stains on my underclothes
Safety pin, breakin' the rocks
Surrounded by junkies I keep in my company
Need 'em a wake up, I give 'em a dot
Back with Mike Aniston, kitchen we standin' in
I'm in here practicin' over a pot
I'm in the Yucatan
What up, love?
Say look
Bitch doin' everything it s'posed to do but
Them babies, they 'bout to vomit
They say this shit got a bad taste on it
[Verse 1]
Shot the text, he wan' hit on the waist
Northside, pullin' up in the H (I'm in there)
Where you at? (I'm here) I'm in the city, this Gates
The body shop, I need to get in your face
Five hundred blocks in the middle, been gettin' ridiculous
Lotta this shit wasn't straight
I dropped a load on my partner, encountered some problems
Receivin' a lotta complaints (For real)
It do what it's s'posed to, it jump out the gym in the kitchen and smokers not liking the taste (Not likin' that)
Droppin' the coupe with vanilla extract in the Pyrex and try not to run 'em away (I got it)
Big homie in Baltimore say that it's boomin', I'm tempted to go back and fuck with the food
Wait on my killas to get outta prison in case these the niggas don't play by the rules
I can remember when I was just wishin'
A 30 cent flipper, we stood on the block
Grabbin' it hard out the bungalow, stains on my underclothes
Safety pin, breakin' the rocks
Surrounded by junkies I keep in my company
Need 'em a wake up, I give 'em a dot
Back with Mike Aniston, kitchen we standin' in
I'm in here practicin' over a pot
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