Push up big GLE, not a Mustang Yeah, she got a big butt, but got a butt face The whole gang eatin´ good, it´s a buffet Thousand dollar plate, used to get free lunch trays All he shoot is free throws, he Professor Pump Fake Can you please take them pandas off? Boy, them Dunks stank Your whole entire life itself needs an upgrade Your phone so old, it can´t even update I don´t got much to say, I just up pape´ Fuzz don´t got much to say, he just up Drac´ Take your shoes off at the door Ha, take your shoes off at the door for the Bape rug´s sake This my main bitch callin´, so just hush, bae Tried to lock us out, broke the door like a drug raid
Half a ticket on me, it´s a ordinary Monday I´ll make your bitch suck dick till her tongue break Why you actin´ like a bank head? You bust one chase We´ll turn Bankhead to Sunday fun day If he bravin´ up the runway, let the gun spray Flyin´ with a brick through Cobb County, I brought blunt spray I been on some grown-man business since a young age Dirty, dirty, you would think my double cup stank Can you please put that in your purples? That´s just chump change I might buy some J elsewhere, but ??? Why you buy yo yay´s elsewhere? These some hush frames He was tough as fuck, hun, now he a hutch chain
What´s in your cup? Go and flush it down the tub drain Ain´t a thing change, still stuck in my dumb phase The whole clique retardos, we sip dumb drank Ricardo just sent through one-to-one things You lettin´ people cut in front you while I cut drank You lettin´ people cut in front you while I cut steak Tssh, I´m eatin´ great, it couldn´t be me You hear? Huh Nyah, nyah Ridin´ with some do-its, but I bet I do it You think I´m finna pop this Perc´? I bet I chew it You think that I ain´t hip, skip, I bet I knew it, shit
Put the addy in the mass, I bet I groove it This a red key, I make yo bitch suck it till she got some red knees, so please don´t tempt me We hit they block, have ´em scream, "Please don´t drench me" ´63 on Tele´, I was damn near sleep till them be Lil´ ho super reachin´, shit, I think she win Lil´ ho super decent, I´m a dunk like Lisa Leslie You a broke bitch, and yo BD be zesty You damn near evicted and yo TV laggin´ And you stuck out in traffic, blame that ´03 Magnum I get to four quarters and do OT actin´ I make these four quarters poop, boy, these OZ´s smackin´ Bought a blicky for my YNs, the OGs taxin´ Huh, and it came with the button on it Pay the leg gingerbread man, blowin´ muffins on him
Tell lil´ bro to get a bucket, shit, he got a jumper on him Yo bitch head-huntin´, got some Hall of Fame suction on her I know that that´s her man talkin´ ´bout her brother callin´ He just cheerin´ in the stands, it´s just his brother ballin´ Before the bank log click, we pulled a hundred off it Bitch only look half-decent when his bundles on her The Ts say half-evil, but that´s half the story You better have pape´ saved, boy, that´s mandatory Me and you ain´t even in the same category If I ain´t workin´ in the dungeon, it´s the laboratory
I don´t write raps, I don´t write statements Lil´ Fuzz worth the slides, ain´t gotta write nothin´ Tryna keep up with us, hope you hydrated, zero time wasted
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