[Intro]
Yeah, eenie meenie meenie miney mo
Eenie meenie meenie miney mo
Yeah, eenie meenie meenie miney mo (Trap-A-Holics mixtapes)
Eenie meenie meenie miney mo
Eenie meenie meenie miney mo ([?], b*tch)
Eenie meenie meenie miney mo
Yeah
[Verse 1]
Your b*tch give head to shoulders knees and toes (Yeah)
I'm the realest n*gga I suppose (Yeah)
Floor it, thwart it, quart it, Stop to sort it
But we navigating to your mama's house (Oh)
Blood's up in my duffel, b*tch says I'm a shovel
Catch a opp just like I’m Randy Moss (Oh)
I pop em', toss em', cross em', forty, chop em'
Lock em' (Yeah), leave his ass, I'ma catch his ass (Yeah)
[Interlude]
Eenie meenie meenie miney mo
Eenie meenie meenie miney mo
Eenie meenie meenie miney mo
[Verse 2]
Running back to never running back
I get a running back to get my shotty back
And if I bust a pus*y in the Pontiac
You know she running back (Gang)
You know she running back (Yeah)
And I will probably hit it, kiss it, flip it (Yeah, yeah)
Rip or break a wrist I bet your b*tch a b*tch
And if that b*tch a b*tch I'm letting Louis kick 'em (Gang, gang, gang)
b*tch I'll bust a b*tch
[Outro]
And then she [?] a chair
Get ya [?], couple b*tch to whip it (Whoa)
[?], throw a b*tch a bone (Whoa, whoa)
I know it's in the load
I got the b*tch to go like "That was your mother"
Dude, that looks like a little too far back
Black, I'ma just-