Komponist Brett Anthony Marshall, Cleve Aidan Cook
Songtext
Ahh
I got baddies playin' caddie with my dick (My dick tip)
Crush a xanny with my molars got a nervous tick
I be shakin' in the corner bitch I ain't sick
I'm off a cube ain't you heard you ain't know shit
I don't go outside unless I got my chains on
I got a buzz on me you just gassed the chainsaw
I spilled my lean off the roof let the rain fall
They saw I cut the breaks off what are vains for
Inject fame goin' straight to the cranium
Vibranium holster, uranium bullets
My name on the poster
I ain't winnin' no pullitz
Pull back in a track hawk don't move, I wouldn't (I wouldn't)
I said stop bitch (Stop bitch)
What the fuck is you doin'
Give me top bitch (Top bitch)
That's what your boyfriend doin'
I fucked this bitch last week her titties wasn't congruent
But I put on my shades
I still had to persue it
Thirty percs, that's all the money that I had for rent
Dive in, sixty seconds on an island
With the baby mama of your girl she in a two seater
Money man, she wanna know the price uhhhhh
Off beat my whip broke to my jaw piece
The hunnid stop me I'm in the lobby come out to find me
This ain't the time for tweakin'
Please help
Body geakin', I hate myself