Doin’ the felony lyrics

[Intro : Warhol. SS]
Yeah, yeah
(The boys)
Yeah
b*tch
Fonto what it do
Know we goin Huh?
Yeah

[Hook: Warhol. SS]
Two for fifteen had to trap out the porch
On the perk I be geekin just like I'm a dork
Flied in a bird on that b*tch like a stork
She wan eat on the di*k I'mma get her a fork
Usin' her mouth, tongue is dripping
On gelato that 30 when I Scotty Pippin
When it snow got a mink on my back like I'm pimpin'
When you flashin' these racks got know how to temple

[Verse 1: Warhol. SS]
I'm in a demon don't f*ck with the scat pack
Tinted my windows I painted it matte black
I'm on that codeine bumpin' that fat pack
b*tch comin' in for a train no amtrak
Gas burn got hit dash on 'em
My lil bro gon' shoot so I brag on 'em
Pickin' up the b*tch gotta slam wrestle-mania
Drop to her knees and the b*tch gimme cranium
Oh yeah step in Balencis
Oh yeah jacket is Fendi
Just hit a 6 star think her name Chrixty
Been wanna ride on the di*k like a fixie
Audemars water
Ten twenty one I might slaughter ya daughter
And I just hit ya mama just might be ya father
Notorious Big you should call me Big Poppa