[Intro]
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Smoke a port on a port
[Verse: King Yelnats]
[Hook: King Yelnats]
[Verse 2: Ski Mask The Slump God]
Purp smoke to the chest, choke that motherf*cker, uh
Choker on me, they think I might choke a motherf*cker
This me stating, underdogs ain't joking motherf*cker, uh
Just to get sleepy, sippin' on syrup
Like rubbin' up under my covers, b*tch
Bet I can f*ck your mother
I'm sharp like a f*cking cutter
She wet like the f*cking gutters
And just like a nature lover
I'm wishing a n*gga would've
Before his b*tch start to suck it
I stop and remind her to ask to pucker
I-I-I am a motherf*cker
And Craig is a chicken plucker
He told me your b*tch's booty is hubba bu-bubba bubba
She told me that when you f*ck her
She boo you just like the ruckus
I hate n*ggas, Uncle Ruckus
They goofy and bubble blowers
Ayy b*tch, this is my hypothesis, uh
Photosynthesis upon the pus*y lips, uh
Curved like the beak on the face of pelican, uh
Hole in your body size hippopotamus, water
Ten toe rings, Prince of Persia pimp limp
Put a hole in a n*gga just like a cartilage, uh
They thought I didn't come from the bottom b*tch, mm
But they say I worked for this spot like a bottom b*tch, b*tch