Serigo McFarlane/Robert Takbar lyrics

Part I: Serigo McFarlane

[Chorus]
f*cking with Gunna-Gunna, on the over/under I done f*cked around and caught drips
I was born broke, grew up broke, then a young n*gga got fixed
It’s Chucky time, you play-play, n*gga everybody got sticks
Since Nip died, boys inspired, n*gga everybody turn Crip
I can’t take a photo, you ain’t my main b*tch, you my low-low
Not into doing promo, you can give me top, let me poke though
If I take a risk, I wanna bolo, me and Baby Joker goin loko
I need good gas, keep the coco, need 100 pounds of Mojo Jojo

[Verse 1]
If I die lemme go to heaven, Alkaline on the beverage
In acres homes, at Mickey-D’s extra Mac Sauce number 7
Can’t leave the country I’m a felon, white b*tch name Rebecca
Got $100 million on my schedule, on the couch chillin wit Ellen
Donut, donut donut, donut, I’m in love
Ain’t one b*tch I could trust, I get tuna fish on my sub
Bunka burger not the beef, Marathon on the fleece
If you ain’t loyal, swallow bleach, if the b*tch faithful, I'ma cheat
Every b*tch a f*ck hoe, don’t call my phone bout hoes
I can’t snitch it’s a no, that go against my soul
DA got the dope, Dapper Dan on the coat
I fell in love with the hoe, I love the way she drive the boat (Kodak)
IHOP over Denny’s, ratchet b*tches on Tinder
Big mama caught me cheating and punched the b*tch
Who the f*ck she is, Remy
Paid a Bill Cosbys for the Nikes, I am 50Tyson
f*ck 3 cousins in the same night, my granny know I’m triflin
[Chorus]
f*cking with Gunna-Gunna, on the over/under I done f*cked around and caught drip
I was born broke, grew up broke, then a young n*gga got fixed
It’s Chucky time, you play-play, n*gga everybody got sticks
Since Nip died, boys inspired, n*gga, everybody turn Crip
I can’t take a photo, you ain’t my main b*tch, you my low-low
Not into doing promo, you can give me top, let me poke though
If I take a risk, I wanna bolo, me and Baby Joker goin loko
I need good gas, keep the coco, need 100 pounds of Mojo Jojo

[Verse 2]
One deep, Lunch Crew, Mike Amiri, Achoo!
Snatch ya chain, we gon shoot, smoke you in a chicken coop
My side b*tch a bugga boo, get popped like a bubble do
b*tches be in love on the 'Gram, when in real life f*ckable
Compare drip with Gunna-Gunna, I done spend about a dub or two
Drip check with DJ Mustard, stupid drip, need a tub or two
I’m lit baby, I’ma Flint baby, dirty water, how we coming through
Got a Philly b*tch, said she into health, she'll f*ck for a Jamba Juice
Lunch Crew, Lunch Crew, Lunch Crew Lunch Crew, I put the money up
Now n*ggas wanna come around, old hoes wanna f*ck me now
W-W-Want a piece of what a n*gga worth, on mommas, gotta be smoking work
Ex hoes wanna rekindle, I text 'em back you gotta suck it first
It’s war time, we gon' stake it out, leave a n*gga in a vacant house
Feds wanna question, no interviews, we don't take a plea we goin straight to trial
The bag talk, that’s how my drip talk, Chanel, my hoe not bear claw
Lying n*ggas talking brick talk, remember big show I’m big sauce
Part II: Robert Takbar

[Hook]
Mama put me out the house, she said I was a target
But she don’t know I got this Glock in me closet
Big belly rude boy, moving silence, no talking
Feds did a sweep I flushed it up down the toilet
Mama put me out the house, she said I was a target
But she don’t know I got this Glock in me closet
Big belly rude boy, moving silence, no talking
Feds did a sweep, I flushed it up down the toilet

[Verse 1]
Look, I dipped off to Houston, they was looking for me
b*tch, I’m rapping now, up my sound with Takbar and Meek
I’ma drop the Porsche and then, period panties, my seats
And these hoes love me, I’m built like Despicable Me
b*tch, I’m outta shape, trap sexy, stuffed with a thousand plates
Cezar 52, she on a date with a heavyweight
Boom-shakala, Boom-shakala, well, wait
Michigan n*ggas punch anything, my n*gga punched the K
b*tch leg skinny but ass fat, I call her pumpkin bae
She went crazy, went to the feds off a punching case
No clean money, we swipe gods, we had to punch the case
I ain't beefin' with OVO when I say my n*gga punched a drake
[Chorus]
Mama put me out the house, she said I was a target
But she don’t know I got this Glock in me closet
Big belly, rude boy, moving silence, no talking
Feds did a sweep, I flushed it up down the toilet
Mama put me out the house, she said I was a target
But she don’t know I got this Glock in me closet
Big belly, rude boy, moving silence, no talking
Feds did a sweep, I flushed it up down the toilet