Three of Quaggy Aggie, shit, I'm finna doze off
Heard you out here workin', takin' orders, you ain't no boss
Switched formula, but I could get it off the old sauce
Halftime on TNT, boy, I'll let the pros talk
Drove off V12, boy, I'm strapped in the car without a seatbelt
Mister put that shit up on his body, check the details
25 and Hutchy, shit, I think that I could freeze hell
Tax doggy, he could never get it for the retail
Doggy bone a burger, throw him on the grill
Handy mandy, brodie spendin' with it, all he know is drill
Bitch want some money? She off blowin' pills
Jumped in the deep and I'm swimmin' in the ocean still
Stick on me, feel like Harry Potter
Two baggies for the eighth, he's in here blowin' cherry poppers
Bankroll on poppin' Smurf, the Christian Louvre's on Larry Lobs
Dog $hit Militia, we got erry Glock and erry chopper
Erry Glock, an erry chopper, cook a nigga
Betty Crocker, me and Tryon, Gucci Mane, Lil Wayne, we steady mobbin'
You be sending opps DM's, bitch, we send niggas to the doctor
I told baby, "Won't you come my way?" I Fetty, Wap'd her
I ain't fuckin' with no whores and I ain't fuckin' with no boppers
And I ain't doin' songs with niggas out here fuckin' with the oppers
Hit a nigga with that, "Fah, fah, fah," bet he holla
I told brodie, "Give that lil' nigga a pass," bet he pop em'
Lil' nigga threw dirt on my gang, bet we mop him
Told the bitch when I step in the scene, "Bet acknowledge"
You want the drac, baby A or the Glock, any option
Bitch, your brother just died, what you mean you ain't body?
You ain't slide for your mans, you just just be singin about it
Yeah, they talk about that shit, but not bein' in the body
Talk to God every day, but I don't read none of the Bible
I'm a grown- ass man with some lean in my bottle in the game
Chinese Perc' set, I'm finna spike the pop
Had a gun and didn't shoot, doggy actin' like a bot
I can't do the single pack of Woods, I gotta buy the box
Got this new weapon sauce, I'm finna go and swipe a chop
In that room, I'm Helen Keller
Born a hunnid, I'ma keep that shit the seventh letter
I can't go and shop with just the five, I need a ten or better
With a thot gang, a frat house, how we step together
Yeah, we oppress whoever
Check the leather, Louis V on me
Five- five- sixes, got a couple two- two- threes on me
Bust down VS1s, it ain't no Jubilees on me
Haha, cactus cooler so dirty
Shane Battier, one in the head to clip whole third
I'ma vet a hunnid trips in, don't hit the road work
Tell a bro that when they get the drop, he better code word
I'm just ballin' in some Palm Angels, ain't got no jurors
Sittin' at the top, I know I'll make it through
Shit fucked down to spot, jumpin' like a kangaroo
White Buffy's are like fangs on a saber tooth
In Wile E's world with more punches than the paper
Yeah, bitch thought I'll give her ass my all? bitch, I'm playin' you
Yeah, stupid- ass bitch, damn near broke, you outdated too
Yeah, it's over with, I'll cut your ass off, nothin' to say to you
Yeah, goddamn, this bitch so ugly, I'm afraid of you
Got this bitch naked in my kitchen, what you makin', boo?
Shit like macaroni and some cheese & Jamaican food
Bitch, want a price for the head? I ain't payin' you
Yeah, call he BabyTron I'm in the D, boy, I got weight to move
Nigga, I be doin' all that shit that you waitin' to do
Yeah, pussy niggas say he gon' do what? Told 'em make a move
Flash my D's on a bitch, bet it make her choose
Opps talkin' 'bout, they finna slide, yeah make the news
I was damn near with the shit at the age of two
Yeah, told her I'm tryna fuck her and her friend if she say it's cool
I heard your boyfriend a lil' bum, he don't pay his dues
Goddamn, this bitch on fire, told 'em raise the roof
Knock- knock, bitch, who at the door? Bet not say it's you
S.O.B., and them shitty boiis, we a take a deuce
And yeah, heard you send niggas on that skit, and ain't pay the goons
Baby, Tron just bought a shrink- array, finna take the moon, nigga
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