Dorky Ass Boy lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy-ayy, nah, huh
Ayy, turn this sh*t up, man, I ain't wastin' no time
I'm finna ho y'all n*ggas
Ayy
(P. Dot got that pack)

[Verse]
Thought she was that until I showed her little freak ass
Thought he was fresh until I hoed his little cheap ass
Yo' b*tch ass heavy and soft like a bean bag
Ha, I bought her two cigarettes, one for your fiend ass
Ayy, I hate a broke ass fake pimp (Ayy)
n*gga beggin' hoes for money, you a straight simp
Homeless ass boy, what would you do if they didn't make tints?
Boy, you lucky you ain't die of starvation (Haha)
Hangin' 'round crabs in a bucket, feel like Plankton
n*ggas hate me in my city 'cause I spank sh*t
Hit a pus*y n*gga where it hurt, f*ck his main b*tch
Got a body on a pole like Hangman
And ayy, got her on a tight string like I'm Kyrie
Shе just wanna shut the f*ck up and pay me my fee (Ayy, ayy)
Yeah, I feel likе I'm Mike V, I got Nike sneaks
I'm in Arizona IC, that's an ice tea
All strips, ten piece like a wing dinner (Ayy)
Out the way, low-key like I sing tenor
Is it me or do my old friends seem bitter?
I'm froze, my neck so burr like it don't drink liquor
Just left your b*tch house with slob on my jean zipper
Wait, before he had chicken, he was a pretender
Wait, before I had chicken, I told him, "Dream bigger"
They was sleepin' on my lines like a lean sipper
Remember? Lavier, I know you remember
All them long talks about this vision, I see 'em clear
Free them team members, gotta line up just to eat dinner (Ayy, free the boys)
I'ma hold it down, guarantee, n*gga
Ayy, how you fresh with no money? n*gga, sell them clothes
f*ckin' b*tches every day, n*gga, sell them hoes
Horny ass n*gga, ayy, n*gga
Ayy, yo' ass don't need Jesus, you need to sell yo' soul
Lame ass n*gga, ayy
Ain't got no money or no motherf*ckin' opps, n*gga, sell yo' pole
Yeah, I smoke the best sh*t 'cause I'm a big dawg
You somewhere pullin' on mid, n*ggas Chris Paul
Big boss, woke up today to twenty missed calls
Dorky ass boy ain't got no b*tches, tryna list crawl
The thirty stick into the arms is like a lint ball
I'm at the bank with lead on me, 'bout to withdrawal
The hoes say you eat pus*y the best 'cause yo' di*k small
Lil' n*gga, ayy (Ha)
Big cribs, whips, trophies, I keep droppin' like a Sprint call
Ayy (Ayy)