[Verse 1: Tokes]
Step in this b*tch and I'm killing this sh*t
These n*ggas is p*ssed that I'm still in this b*tch
Get my di*k licked while I'm hitting the swish
And I stick with my clique like a tick on a b*tch
And I'm stacking my chips like Pringles
She popping that pus*y like pimples
She get to licking the tip and I bust my babies all in her dimples because
I don't give f*ck about a n*gga that wanna hate on me, no
Plus I don't give a f*ck about a b*tch that wanna hate on me
Cause my money stacked too long n*gga (yup)
My loud pack too strong n*gga (that's right)
Get to talking that sh*t and Chris will expose y'all like ripped thongs n*gga
Sipping on gold and my wrist's too
My crew fabulous, no chipped tooth
Got pus*y juice all my wrist wear
And I smell of the perfume your b*tch use
And I stay blessed up f*ck a tissue
What's the issue, you bish you
You the type to get mad cuz I dissed you?
You ain't gotta like me cuz your b*tch do
And y'all half court n*ggas, no press (no press)
And I got the rock
And I drop the top when I rock the block
The Benz old school like a Sock'em Bop
Black pants, white tee
Polo logo on both of them
Had a main squeeze and a ripe ho
But I'm in love with money so I'm over them
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And my wrist dripping like koolaid
My neck dripping like koolaid
Got your b*tch looking over here
She a thirst chick, she need koolaid
Koolaid, koolaid
Koolaid, koolaid
Got your b*tch looking over here
She a thirsty chick she need koolaid
Koolaid, koolaid
Koolaid, koolaid
Got your b*tch looking over here
She a thirsty chick she need koolaid
Koolaid, koolaid
Koolaid, koolaid
Got your b*tch looking over here
She a thirsty chick she need koolaid
[Verse 2: TyLahVellss]
Dump Dump it's Big Poppa Pump
That's what the b*tches call me cuz they all wanna f*ck
And I act out cause I got a choppa in the trunk
Got her ass out, latest Smackdown on her butt
Don't try to pass out, get up or get your ass out (yup)
These girls be squirrels and I'm giving out nuts
Share the bowls with her friend, that pass was clutch
Steve Nash with the gas n*gga pass the Dutch (wooh)
Rick Flair, you ain't seen a n*gga like this here
With this hair, who this rare
Cartier for the eye and wrist wear (nope)
You wouldn't have the chance
Call me the Legend of Swagger-vance
I hop out the Caddy and pass a glance at a b*tch from Brazil but her ass in France
Be the same old n*ggas with the same old flows
With the same old shows
Rap fly sh*t but be in the same old clothes
Gotta borrow our sh*t for your lil videos, but
I ain't gon' say nothing
Bout the hoes that we had that you say you cuffin'
I'mma keep sipping this Robitussin til I can send facials to Vanessa Hudgens
And yea I got this koolaid
Don't ask me the flavor and who made
You really wanna know that bad
Okay, it taste like your b*tchade
With a twist of lemon, some Malibu
And a pinch of the women you ain't getting
You out of luck but I'll tell you what
You might get a cup if you paid
[Verse 3: DeLe]
Oh yeah
Man these b*tches need that koolaid (work!)
I ain't even tripping
Give em the juice, they get the quenching
Boy My pockets fat, my b*tch skinny
My clique deep, real kin with me
I make bank
My weed dank
My drank lean
My bag sticky
Y'all n*ggas whyl'n
Ain't no worries, nothing at all
I just bone b*tches, n*gga I'm a dog
Ya girl tryna speak, Cesar Milan
Or that Doolittle cause I do it big
Even n*ggas know that I got the juice
Phone explode on the low low
Cause they need beats, heard I produce
Think your b*tch bad
You should check my ex
Your girl psychic, she say we next
Got ya girl dripping like a bad leak
Your weak, All I do is flex
And I'm bench pressing
You b*tch pressing
Your impression
Ain't impressive
Your girl love my di*k salad
Can't get enough of the dressing
Lu Kang, fly kicks
Money long, Route 66
Your girl watching me, Netflix
So f*ck boy, eat di*ks
Just got a car with that push to start
Dripping like I came out a water park
Stay Young, put nothing above it
And your girl love it
And she gon' buss it cause
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