Sergio Macfarlane/Robert Takbar
Fucking with gunna gunna on the over/under I done fucked around n caught drips
I was born broke, grew up broke, then a young nigga got fixed
It’s chucky time, you play play, nigga everybody got sticks
Since Nip died boys inspired, nigga everybody turn crip
I can’t take a photo, you ain’t my main bitch you my low-low
Not into doing promo, you can give me top let me poke tho
If i take a risk i wanna bolo, me and baby joker goin loko
I need good gas keep the coco, need 100 pounds of mojo jojo
If I die lemme go to heaven, alkaline on the beverage
In acres homes, at mickey d’s extra mac sauce number 7
Can’t leave the country I’ma felon, white bitch name Rebecca
Got $100 million on my schedule, on the couch chillin wit Ellen
Donut, donut donut, donut.. I’m in love
Ain’t one bitch I could trust, I get tuna fish on my sub
Bunka burger not the beef, Marathon on the fleece
If you ain’t loyal swallow bleach, if the bitch faithful I’ma cheat
Every bitch a fuck hoe, don’t call my phone bout hoes
I can’t snitch it’s a no, that go against my soul
DA got the dope, dapper dan on the coat
I fell in love with the hoe, I love the way she drive the boat
IHOP over Denny’s, ratchet bitches on tinder
Big mama caught me cheating and punched the bitch
Who the fuck she is, Remy
Paid a bill cosbys for the Nikes, I am 50Tyson
Fuck 3 cousins in the same night, my granny know I’m triflin
Fucking with gunna gunna on the over/under I done fucked around n caught drips
I was born broke, grew up broke, then a young nigga got fixed
It’s chucky time, you play play, nigga everybody got sticks
Since Nip died boys inspired, nigga everybody turn crip
I can’t take a photo, you ain’t my main bitch you my low-low
Not into doing promo, you can give me top let me poke tho
If i take a risk i wanna bolo, me and baby joker goin loko
I need good gas keep the coco, need 100 pounds of mojo jojo
One big lunch crew, mike amiri achoo
Snatch ya chain we gon shoot, smoke you in a chicken coop
My side bitch a bugga boo, get pop like a bumble do
Bitches be in love on the gram, when in real life fuckable
Compare drip with gunna gunna, I done spend about a dub or two
Drip check with DJ Mustard stupid drip need a tub or two
I’m lit baby I’ma Flint baby, dirty water how we coming through
Got a philly bitch said she into health, she a fuck for a jamba juice
Lunch crew lunch crew lunch crew lunch crew, I put the money up
Now niggas wanna come around, old hoes wanna fuck me now
Want a piece of what a nigga worth, on mommas gotta be smoking work
Ex hoes wanna rekindle, I text em back you gotta suck it first
It’s war time we gon stake it out, leave a nigga in a vacant house
Feds wanna question no interviews, we dont take a plea we goin straight to trial
The bag talk that’s how my drip talk, Chanel my hoe not bear claw
Lying niggas talking brick talk, remember big show I’m big sauce
Mama put me out the house, she said I was a target
But she don’t know I got this glock in me closet
Big belly rude boy moving silence no talking
Feds did a sweep I flushed it up down the toilet
Mama put me out the house, she said I was a target
But she don’t know I got this glock in me closet
Big belly rude boy moving silence no talking
Feds did a sweep I flushed it up down the toilet
Look I dipped off to houston, they was looking for me
Bitch I’m rapping now up my sound with Takbar and Meek
I’ma drop the porsche and period panties my seats
And these hoes love me I’m built like despicable me
Bitch I’m outta shape trap sexy stuffed with a thousand plates
Cezar 52 she on a date with a heavy plate
Boom-shakala boom shakala well wait
Michigan niggas punch anything my nigga punched the cape
Bitch leg skinny but ass fat, i call her punchin bae
She went crazy, went to the feds off a punching case
No clean money we swipe gods, we had to punch the case
I aint beefin wit OVO when I say my nigga punched a drake
Mama put me out the house, she said I was a target
But she don’t know I got this glock in me closet
Big belly rude boy moving silence no talking
Feds did a sweep I flushed it up down the toilet
Mama put me out the house, she said I was a target
But she don’t know I got this glock in me closet
Big belly rude boy moving silence no talking
Feds did a sweep I flushed it up down the toilet