[Verse 1: Feedvro]
Yea that give me top I go to sleep with a Glock
Make me feel like Travis Scott She suckin' on my c*ck
Yea I feel like Chris Tiller I like my b*tches vanilla
Lil n*gga just a trilla, yea i'm the trilla from manila
Yea b*tch imma trappa hardcore lil cappa
Talk sh*t might have to cap ya
New York Yea Manhattan yea thats where sh*t happens
Like Frost have to trap em (aye yuh aye yuh aye)
[Ad-Lib Verse]
I got you,Just watch,i got you right here,Alright i gotta stop talking to my self for real,gotta start this sh*t
[Verse 2]
Send a pic yea she show me yo pus*y shaped like macaroni
Balling hard manu ginobilli lil n*gga yous a tony
Left Wing got Ronaldo Right Wing Maradona
On the Striker Call me Suarez Center Field Angel Torres
Lil b*tch Got nutmeged Wrote this sh*t off the top of my head
Now imma go end the song imma go hit the bong
Oh wait I don't have a bong umm i dont know i guess ill just go jack off