I can make b*tches wet
Just like a lagoon
I can make all them b*tches
Look like some baboons
I spank on some b*tches
'til they red and blue
I feel like I'm blessed
But I had no achoo
If it is what it is
Then, you do what you do
So, if I kiss your shoes
Then watch your back, too
Keep eyes on your boo
Cause I'll eat her like food
I want a Rolex so I shoot for the moon
I want that sex, but
I said it too soon
On your b*tch forever
Just like a Tattoo
She f*cking on me while
She looking at you
It is what it is
I don't wanna be rude
But you can't even understand
What I'm gon' do
Switching my flow like my blades
You trippin, just tie up your lace
My b*tches look like sunrays
Bro get the f*ck out my face
Why you so close are you gay?
You wanna take me on a date?
Bro get the f*ck out my face
Before you get hit with a rake
Before you get hit with a Vase
Bro get the f*ck out my face
You got insurance, can't replace
I want the sloppy
But her head is bobbing
So I call it bobby
I pick up her body
Cause she a real thottie
Put her on the potty
And f*ck her real naughty
Pull up to the party
And everyone hug me
I'm feeling so lucky
I smoke a little something
They call me lil GUMBY
b*tch, wanna be funny?
Just suck on my c*mmies
Cause you are a joke
b*tch, you could be running
For president hoe
I know I been gunning
This decadent flow
My tummy is grumbling, and
I want some more blow
If you run up on me
You get stuck in the throat
You bigger than me
But I know you not crazy
That b*tch is rough
And she wet like the navy
Me and my dawg, on the block
Like lil baby
You gon' get socked with a sock
Im just saying
You gon' get shot with a Glock
Naw just playin
If you f*ck with me now you'll be whippin mercedes
I'm a f*ckin Sadist
I don't want a lady
My paper got blueprint
On it, just like Jay-Z
Dont get mad at me!
It's not my fault you ain't sh*t
I need more flavors
I don't want a plain b*tch
She made my breakfast
So i ate that pus*y like bacon
She on my di*k makin It look inflated
She said my di*k game
On some frosted flake sh*t
Aye, lil b*tch, why you still act
Like you're taken
If she touch me there
I'm gon get that b*tch naked
I ain't gon' drop one more song
'Til Im famous
If i got shrimp di*k
Then that b*tch is baited
b*tch, want the money?
You hardly creative
I roll up blunts
And they so heavy weighted
Me and my crew ran a train
On her station, I kiss her low
And her shorts are high waisted
I'm intoxicated, baby
I can't think straight
Because I'm sedated
But tell me why
My thought are racing?
Its not halloween but
My face is painted
Your fake ass lil chain
Is barely even plated
Get off my di*k
You a b*tch ass little hater
My b*tch is bi, and her b*tch is gayer
Dunno why she try, I'm not finna date her
She beg for the answers
I sent her to slader