Tea Party

Tell me when the
Mother fuckin riots start
Uncle Sam
He’s been smokin meth
Inside the trailer park
After dark
Drive this fuckin whip
Like it’s a golf cart
All my bitchs scholars
They pop they pussy
To Mozart
All my bitchs nasty
They stay wet like Noah’s ark
Know my family love me
They welcome me with open hearts
Listen what the
Mother fuckin poet said
The bullet had no name
But he had aim
Now the poets dead
All I want is all the Rich’s
You just want the fame
Wasting money on these bitchs
Nigga you a lame
Wake up I bee seeing purple
All these drugs to blame
This that good shit nigga
Feel it in your brain
Money don’t matter
If you dead
Her body on fleek
But she sick in the head
If you ain’t talkin
Money
Imma leave that message
Read
The Only president
I care about Is dead
I get it popin like granny’s
Hip on a trampoline
I sniff the snowflakes
My stummy hurt from the gasoline
I’m smooth as fuck like
Coco butter or vasoline
How many uppers it take
Till your a fuckin fiend
Probably a whole bottle
Growing up I had the
Coolest role models
All there bitchs bad
And they coke bottled
Magazine queens and some
Xanax tabs
I only rap about drugs
Oops my bad
I only rap my own reality
I won’t cap
All I want is all the Rich’s
You just want the fame
Wasting money on these bitchs
Nigga you a lame
Wake up I bee seeing purple
All these drugs to blame
This that good shit nigga
Feel it in your brain
Money don’t matter
If you dead
Her body on fleek
But she sick in the head
If you ain’t talkin
Money
Imma leave that message
Read
The Only president
I care about Is dead
Tripple cup
Pour it up
Need the coke it ain’t enough
Pussy nigga talkin tough
Smack him like a hockey puck
I’m on the prowl
Need some blood
They love to call my people thugs
It’s prolly cause We 10inchs deep
In there daughters guts
Somebody tell timmy
Put the gun down
But it’s his first time
In school he’s havin fun
And if I see a cop garuntee I’m gonna run
Cause they won’t hesitate too
Shoot a nigge with a gun
Okay shorty
Throw that pussy
I salute you
Not a rookie
Asllama lakum
Yeah that pussy gonna hook me
I hate champagne
I still buy perigion
She said her weed fire
I’m not high
And it’s all gone.
I hope my friends
Don’t turn to
Loose ends
That I gotta take
Care of
I had some niggas
In my life I
Shoulda been more aware of
Know they would
Shoot me in the head
For a house in the hills
My closest
People are the reason
I hide pain with these pills
Know that her parents
Are the reason
She roll up dollar bills
And she suck a mean dick
That’s just one of her skills
I got water on my neck
Like a nigga got gills
I’m not a conscience
Rapper I just want a few mill
All I want is all the Rich’s
You just want the fame
Wasting money on these bitchs
Nigga you a lame
Wake up I bee seeing purple
All these drugs to blame
This that good shit nigga
Feel it in your brain
Money don’t matter
If you dead
Her body on fleek
But she sick in the head
If you ain’t talkin
Money
Imma leave that message
Read
The Only president
I care about Is dead