[intro]
Hmm, word
Yeah, word
Yeah, uh
[verse]
Bitch, i know i told you i would never leave you lonely
Shout out to my cousin lolo, she the real stony
Can't complain about the pussy, feel like macaroni
Ain't worry 'bout your baby daddy, i know he's jabroni
Come and hop up on his dick and ride me like a pony
Nigga said he's gotti, but i'm gotti, he's a phony
If i had dex the laboratory, you would clone me
After you fuck me, you gotta go and fuck my homie
Shawty, why you trippin'? i done knew you since bologna
And i like my hoe's thick, don't want my bitch's bony
Clutchin' on my pole quick, don't make me put it on then
I'm puttin' on my whole kit, touch it, leave you holy
Mixin' it with soda, gainin' my composure
Jumpin' out the rover, lookin' like i'm hova
Don't front, i'll fuck you over
Lookin' for some real shit, could be the one who showed ya
My lyrics make 'em fold up, my pistol make 'em hold up
In cali with some cold cuts, remind me of my slow buck
Stand back, i told her watch your head, that's why i lift my doors up
I'm rich and got my hoes up, [?] quick, spare my flows up
A blicky that he throws up
Draped up, dripped out, know what i'm talkin' 'bout
Police on i-90, so you know i took another route
I'm really out the mud, i ain't get rich 'cause of my brother clout
With bricks up at my mother house to stitch to knock your mother out
Nigga, i can pull deuces, grippin' grain with no excuses
Pitch a cane like, won't he do it? switchin' lanes with codeine juice
And i got it from my plug, [vinny vanna?] co-produced
Sippin' on the nigga mud and put it in so you won't pollute it, nigga