Mgk
Yeah
Bitch
I'm a thoed ass,
Blowed ass,
Dick in the throat ass
Wake up in the morning,
Hundred choice road ass,
Rich motherfucker with no class,
Bitch im from the lands you dont wanna go there
Bitch you talking grams,
I be smoking o's yeah
Hot box rips
I dont need the old jams
I aint hiding my shit im a grown man
If the cops come then oh well
Ah huh
Im still smoking my blu cantrell
Yeah
I might fuck around and blow a zeal
Have both my lungs like oh shit, ha
Kells
Im a show how cleveland fucker do, bitch
Went straight to the lead from the public school, shit
Yall know its not struggle no progress
Hmm, so i told the bitch work go topless
Church, im a motherfucking asshole
Tattooed to the sando
Fuck a bitch while i stando
Brought a little wax, no candle
Im buying keepers by the pack, no castro
They know i never tried to hide like camo
We in the motherfucking field like rambo
& you know i will steal a rich boy lambo
& drive that motherfucker straight to a bando
(skirt ahh)
24/7 get work i grew up around them hot boys, lil turk
(aye)
Im 25 got to get turnt, imma rockstar like lil curk
(aye)
20 at the 4 get burnt everyday's friday
No big worm
30 more days til the 1st & the hood gets paid
You better learn bitch
Dub-o
Ive been around like a meri-go
I swear a year ago
I told myself to piss on every hater, like a urinal
I aint tryna hear no, no comperno
(comprendo)
Mean aint really hard to tell cause niggas still telling no
Name ring ring like a telephone
DUB-O
I dont know you, EST
Im a soldier
All we do is smoke dope
Still make 'em say O
Master me piece cut the head off a cobra
Im in tip top shape, yo
If i wanna i can get you taped up
Play the cut how the cut should be play yup
Everything about me going way up
I sit back and watch you talk a lot
Why you talk a lot i got to keep it pimping
So i took the pimping back to the parking lot
Im a G wit it, OD wit it,
Nigga if we talking money then you know we get it like yah
Your face looking hella mad, yeah you hella mad
Doing hella bad, im seeing that
& me i eating hella crabs, yeah hella crabs,
Getting hella fat, by the pocket yeah
Bitch dont get it twisted, ive been popping on the low
Im underground wit it, nigga you aint got a clue
I been had the juice, like ju on the roof
& you could dick a bitch up if you ever want the truth, young nigga got damn
Who dat?
Thoed ass
Thoed ass
Thoed ass
Bitch motherfucker
Rich motherfucker
Tezo
I am from the lands til i d.i.e.
It can get real you need a homvie
(?)
In a bit bag from an og
(?)
Price so low you would think i was the police
If she come with me she aint coming back
Tell her put it on my lap, clap it like a jumping jack
Run up on me if you want, i tell you to a run it back
I wonder if he can handle that
Nah he cant handle that
I got 10 freaky bitches tryna lick a nigga nuts
A 100 crooked cops tryna get a nigga a lock
God bless the trap niggas
I can see the future and it come with hella racks wit it
Like im up with sacks in it
Young kyree wit the shot
Young dunwan what you thought
Tick a tock, then i let it drop on my b.a.w. double L
Till they put me in a box
Thoed ass
Thoed ass
Thoed ass
Thoed ass
Bitch motherfucker
Rich motherfucker
Writer(s): Richard Baker, Todd Moore
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