Aye get it, longboystyle
Slaggers, hah
Yeah, aye, aye
Shawty give me head, uh, yuh, hm, at the bleachers
Fuckin' on these nigga's bitch, and they teachers
If you wanna smoke nigga, blood up on my t-shirt
I'm a face-fucker, uh, yuh, until I take her
Shawty give me head, uh, yuh, hm, at the bleachers
Fuckin' on these nigga's bitch, and they teachers
If you wanna smoke nigga, blood up on my t-shirt
I'm a face-fucker, uh yuh, until I take her
You might need a dentist, huh
Hit yo' bitch like tennis, huh
Pass her when they finish, huh
Rub up on my denim skull
Yuh, I might kill 'em, huh
Choppa get to drillin', uh
Come up to yo' dome, nigga, how the fuck you feeling? Aye!
Uh, trick her like Vasoline
Uh, I'm out of gasoline
Uh, she offer a pint of lean
Uh, somebody come get their Pete
Uh, if you want up my team
Uh, you cannot fuck with me
Uh, I cannot fuck wit' you
Uh, we callin' up machines
How-how-how the fuck you feel? Pullin' up this shit, I'm cashed out
Choppa sent 'em fallen, yeah, I feel like it's a blacked out
Smile now
I came with ridin' she backed out
Feel like a bitch, yeah, I come with a knife, yeah!
And I ain't really said anything but a check
Go suck those changes, so my disposition did too
I just hit her phone to pull up to the crib she brought you
Foreign lookin' shorties, in the wrists got their tattoos
They keep talkin' slick, I had to cack 'em up and smack you
Acting for who I want when I bootin' this shit up
I'm like a Buddha that doing the sit-ups
Talkin' between noise, it's split it's in the middle
Here are my labors they got their heads spinnin' like Baby of Riddles
But that shit ain't nothin' but taste of the rainbow
Pull out the Mac and I hang out the rangle
I went to class and I'm sick with the angles
I'm putting 'em on blast and I'm breaking their ankles
Yeah, roll 'em like a perc, for fun nigga, you gon' get murked
If you talkin' you gon' get worked
Your feet talkin' I'm on alert
Yeah, aye
Run, better run, with that gun, in yo' head
Yeah, he fucked but his body smokin' runts 'til I'm bent
Bitches get it, bitches get it, bitches on demand
Yeah
Fuckin' with these bitches you gon' fuck up all my plans, aye
I can't do emotions
Shells to the ear, make him think he hear the ocean
I went from ashy to classy, these diamonds moist like lotion
Beware all the commotion, pull up tell me what's the notion?
Health down, he need a potion, take his sword that's the motion
Wait, I'm just speakin' facts
Say, choppa blow like sacks
Bring the pain no method man I got the Glocks out like Macs
He won't smoke then he can run up and get hit like he some wax
I (aye) ain't stinky but I keep that chopper sprayin' like some acts
Run this shit, run this shit, heard he actin' like a bitch
Slagger shit, slagger shit, bitch I'm rollin' with a clip
Money flip, money flip, bitch I'm chilling by the zip
Pop a perc, go berserk, kill 'em make him do the jerk
Hit 'em once, hit 'em twice, leave his body in the dirt
Smokin' procaine, bitch, I feel like Liu Kang
I'ma start a hurricane
Chop up, 'bout a blow his brains
Aye, bitch I'm servin' fifths
Yuh, give yo' bitch a bean
Yuh hoppin' out the 'sine yuh
Yuh! Haha