Nutsack lyrics

[Intro]
Let's play
Let's play
Okay
Yeah, huh

[Verse 1]
Yeah, playin' with my nutsack
Scratchin' on this crack where I had to hide my Glock at
Cops tryna catch me, I might pop that
f*ck 'em, tryna catch 'em down bad, where them opps at?
n*gga tryna catch me slippin', n*gga I'm gon' empty
Got that Glock on me, you know that b*tch there hold 'bout fifty
Pull up on these n*ggas, yeah that bullsh*t, know I'm with it
And I love these freaky hoes, slimeball he love these b*tches
Where them nat nat nat nats, give me neck neck
I just wanna hit you front the back and slap that
I just want some head lil mama, might give you some bread
Later on I'm gone, b*tch don't call my phone, uh huh
Mister slimeball the boss like Corleone, uh huh
I get a n*gga shot, get a n*gga gone, uh huh
All about that money, all of my n*ggas 'bout they skrilla
Catch a n*gga down bad, ooh young n*gga gon' and kill 'em
We don't play with nobody, everybody 'bout catching a body
Bodies on bodies, n*gga we'll kill everybody
All these n*ggas talkin' 'bout it, they ain't 'bout it
Feel like Master P, but I really want big bank n*gga
Pull up on these lame ass n*ggas in that tank n*gga
Got your b*tch on my di*k, yeah she faint n*gga
When she see the slimeball, b*tch it's boss
You know these hoes love to lick my balls
[Interlude]
Hahaha, hahaha, yeah
Scratchin' on my nutsack
Yeah b*tch
(tell 'em slime) okay
Okay

[Verse 2]
Soon I came in, I had my motherf*ckin' mask on
n*gga tried to move, f*ck that sh*t, he got blast on
Told that pus*y n*gga he better not f*ckin' move
First n*gga move I'ma give his ass the blues
Twelve lookin' for me, slimeball didn't leave no clues
Yellow tape, closed case, make his mama faint
Murder rate raised up, b*tch, I'm from EA
You know how I play, rob a AK47 EA
Shoot a motherf*cker in his face, ooh that's a cold case
I don't really play with these n*ggas, I just spray at these n*ggas
I be ridin' through these streets with a K with me, n*gga
Ain't nobody f*ckin' safe, n*gga
Run up in your house, empty the safe, n*gga

[Interlude]
(What else, slime?)
Hahaha, I don't know
[Verse 3]
Back in the kitchen, yeah we countin' up this skrilla
Rippin' up this cocaine, me and all my n*ggas
All these motherf*ckin' convicted felons, we flexin' on these n*ggas
Why they flexin', why they motherf*ckin' stressin'
All this goddamn money, I swear to god god gave me a blessing
I be flexing on these n*ggas, no fraud
I be f*cking all these b*tches, more broads
You ain't gettin' no money n*gga, you a fraud, huh

[Outro]
What else, what else ho, what else
I don't what else
f*ck it, f*ck it let's do it
(Bermuda sh*t, get you killed out in the street)
Ok, yeah, I like that
Bermuda sh*t n*gga, get you killed out here in these streets, b*tch
That's on gang b*tch
Yeah n*gga, yeah, huh
Itchy nutsack
What the f*ck happened to the rest of it? That was it?