Fuck all the interviews
Talking in intervals
Finna get at you niggas
I ain't playing no bitch
If you wanna come fuck with a nigga
Then fuck with your boy
Like your brother out sucking some dick
Shawty wanna play games
On the I claim that Mclaine had me dying so hard they
Gon think I’m that I’m lit
It’s the ss ss ss when I see these ssnakes
Disrespected
The tongue is eclectic
Your god ressurrected
We finna go in
Woo Ha Woo Ha
You ain't treat a nigga right
At the playoffs with the same broads
Taking baseballs on the low
Ride the dick like
Yeah that fits right
On the sink like
Sure I know
And we date right?
We can make my
Perfect ace sight to the hole
No
I don’t wanna see you no more
It’s the same fight
Stuck inside the same cycle
In a spin If it’s framed nice
Then we might roll
Feeling drained
But I can’t complain
Twenty five hoes
Twenty five shows
Twenty five
Niggas liable
That'll line you right though
Niggas always turn up when its
Chill on vibe so
I pull up quick
Pull up pull up quick
Pull up quick
(Woo Ha)