BAR FOR BAR
(Flea, ZT)
You a flunkie, you ain't gotta talk
'bout this shit, yeah, nigga, we get it
Yeah, that AP cool
But it's gon' be better when I get it
Smoking 41 with the Sharks
but I ain't swimming
Folks high as hell, that nigga fried
But he ain't chicken
Thick hood bitch, I ain't pay her rent
I just bought her some inches
Vivienne Westwood jeans, nigga
I don't rock Amiri
Might as well put your partner on
A milk carton because he missing
Nigga can't hit my cup
This ain't Food Network, he not Guy Fieri
Kick a bitch out, huh, bitch
Ain't fucking, she keep saying, "Period"
Huh, bitch too bad, huh
Carry my kids just like she a surrogate
Fucking a bitch, she thirty years old
She doing her taxes double my cup
Polluting that bitch with a pint of molasses
How the fuck am I supposed to remember your
Face? I'm flying from city to city
Had a lil' bitch, booty was bigger than hell
But her titties was itty-bitty
Boys with me moving around with a fifty
All of my niggas gon' hit
Brand new Glock, came with a sight on top
Tickle it like a clit
Old Ricky, yes, I'm with the boys
But I brought them 'bows with me
Pretty Ricky, it's five in the morning and I
Got some hoes with me
Stack of twenties, count
These hundreds, fifties
Or go play with titties
Pour fours in twenties, nigga
Trying to be me, fry him like zucchini
Boat, I fucked up
I spilled a eight up in the Lamborghini
Now I'm pissed off 'cause that was supposed
To go up on my kidney
PT me, cussin' out my driver
Now I feel like Pinky
Big pun, bitch spilled my cup
Brought me back my funds
Don Juan, six in my pop, I feel like the one
Compare to none, bring gunners to his block
They had so much fun
Pool party, dove like Jeff Hardy
Brodie got six bodies
Chrome Rollies, used to rock stolies
Now I roll Rolls-Royces
In the trunk a stable, eight hundred horses
Look like I breed ponies
I can see a play from eight miles away
Think I breathe money
G6 got me growing wings like I'm abnormal
Every car dealer in Atlanta
Know my first name we all did business
Used to count pennies
Now I'm up, fuckin' up my kidneys
Think the bitch was hood
She came over eating Mrs winners
Pulled up in a Benz, stained a Rover
Sent it to the cleaners
Called Wockiesha on the phone, asked her
"What's for dinner?"
Fucking on a bitch look like the Kardashians
Rich just like the Jenners
Pop a nigga up while he driving
He had a fender-bender
All my niggas scammers
Pray for heaven even though we sinners
Go up in the store and swipe for
Shit like you swipe on Tinder
My niggas ruthless
You can get robbed no matter what the gender
This bitch sucked the dick so good
I thought she was toothless
Please direct her to my room
Need her when you done
I will give the bitch some merch
Will not give her funds
Snatch a nigga chain off his
Neck just like Lauren Lon'
Baby bottles all in the crib
But I ain't got no sons
DC and the Wizard gon' be
Scoring 'til they 81 we Olympic sippers
Duck, dive, flip, lean, and slide
He an Olympic killer
Every time some exclusive shit come out
You know we finna get it
Took her to my room
Looked back to my bro like
The scene from Thriller know I'm gon' smash
All my whips 220 on the dash
Sippin' on drank
We shoot Wock' like it's SlimFast