fukk nikka, them fukk nikkas
My blunt bigger than these lil nikkas
Keep stuntin' with your bytch ass
You'll get jacked and Jilled, nikka
fukk wrong with these sissy nikkas?
I'm smoking that Bill Bixby nikka
I'm spendin money, spendin money
Ben Franklin dizzy nikka!
Your bytch on my dikk, I told her I was busy
She say "Wayne on me, Wayne on me" cause yo ass be drizzlin'
That p*ssy came gift-wrapped: bow and a ribbon
And if she bounce that ass then I'm dribblin
That p*ssy so wet, it turned into a Gremlin
There's only one me, ain't no equivalent
She give me brain, brain like trivia
I got a black bytch and a red bytch
I call them hoes Aunt Vivian
Chopper knock your face off
Black shades, Ray Charles
I be killing them hoes
I got your ho up in my graveyard
I ain't working with a full deck
But I pull out that Ace card
She grab that dikk with 2 hands
Like she about to pray for it
Clips hanging, no curfew
fukk you and who birthed you
I'm shining like church shoes
Birdman Jr.: y'all birdfood
I'm bout it.. I said I'm about to cum
She opened her mouth: water fountain
When I'm on the scene I'm on that lean
bytch, I'm drowsy
Man, I'm so high I don't know what I'm laughing about
I got bars, nikka and it's happy hour!
["Hook"]
Ridin' round with them choppas, not them ninas
Ridin' with a bytch named Molly and she on Molly- ha!
bytch I put my foot in your ass: karate
Man these nikkas can't see me like a diary
[Verse 2]
Smoke that weed, let's get irie
Nina shut up, that bytch got a silence[r]
Top of the gun there is a scope
I close one eye, I look like a pirate, fukk it!
TRUKFIT my bytch up, Tunechi leave big nuts
I'm getting my dikk sucked
I blow weed like it's dust!
Spacehead: love p*ssy, hate feds
Just bought my girl a Ferrari Spider
Told her drive it like it got 8 legs
I'm a made nikka: Makaveli
That Mack-11: necessary
I'm a hard head: I pop the cherry
No p*ssy no rats, no Tom and Jerry
They say your friends are your enemies?
Well, my friends are imaginary
I'm the motherfukkin resolution like the 1st of January
My ride cold and my bytch hot
I'm tired as hell but my dikk not
I don't gas no bytch, no pitstop
Smoke Barney and Baby Bop!
Y'all nikkas act like lady cops
My nikkas smoke like coffee shops
That's syrup gang, wafflehouse
Gunfight, I'll knock you out
My bytch titties is poppin out
We poppin up and we get it poppin
Mask on, gloves on
Like Mickey Mouse,clips stickin out
Like Nicki's ass
Smoking on that sticky bag
Weezy F: I'm big and bad
Small feet, but I kick your ass
I'm the trigger man, and that shooting star
Eat that p*ssy like caviar
She treat that dikk just like a straw
How you like them apples, Microsoft?
Now wipe it off..
I do Liv on Sundays: church!
Step off in that motherfukker fresher than some Certs
Uuh! Who the fukk is Stevie J?
I got the ball, playing keepaway
Kidnap your ass, kill your ass
Then hide your ass like an Easter Egg!
It's Hollygrove to my deathbed
Just make sure my pillow's fluffed
Hit a nikka with a million shots
What you call that? A million bucks
Good weed, we pass around
Money talks: mine got a nasty mouth
It's Young Money, Cash Money
Til the motherfukkin day I'm Cashin Out!
Tunechi!
["Hook"]
Riding round with them choppas, not them ninas
Your bytch wanna come over here where the grass is greener
And if you passing that weed, I'm the wide receiver
@LilTunechi, follow the leader bytch!
My blunt bigger than these lil nikkas
Keep stuntin' with your bytch ass
You'll get jacked and Jilled, nikka
fukk wrong with these sissy nikkas?
I'm smoking that Bill Bixby nikka
I'm spendin money, spendin money
Ben Franklin dizzy nikka!
Your bytch on my dikk, I told her I was busy
She say "Wayne on me, Wayne on me" cause yo ass be drizzlin'
That p*ssy came gift-wrapped: bow and a ribbon
And if she bounce that ass then I'm dribblin
That p*ssy so wet, it turned into a Gremlin
There's only one me, ain't no equivalent
She give me brain, brain like trivia
I got a black bytch and a red bytch
I call them hoes Aunt Vivian
Chopper knock your face off
Black shades, Ray Charles
I be killing them hoes
I got your ho up in my graveyard
I ain't working with a full deck
But I pull out that Ace card
She grab that dikk with 2 hands
Like she about to pray for it
Clips hanging, no curfew
fukk you and who birthed you
I'm shining like church shoes
Birdman Jr.: y'all birdfood
I'm bout it.. I said I'm about to cum
She opened her mouth: water fountain
When I'm on the scene I'm on that lean
bytch, I'm drowsy
Man, I'm so high I don't know what I'm laughing about
I got bars, nikka and it's happy hour!
["Hook"]
Ridin' round with them choppas, not them ninas
Ridin' with a bytch named Molly and she on Molly- ha!
bytch I put my foot in your ass: karate
Man these nikkas can't see me like a diary
[Verse 2]
Smoke that weed, let's get irie
Nina shut up, that bytch got a silence[r]
Top of the gun there is a scope
I close one eye, I look like a pirate, fukk it!
TRUKFIT my bytch up, Tunechi leave big nuts
I'm getting my dikk sucked
I blow weed like it's dust!
Spacehead: love p*ssy, hate feds
Just bought my girl a Ferrari Spider
Told her drive it like it got 8 legs
I'm a made nikka: Makaveli
That Mack-11: necessary
I'm a hard head: I pop the cherry
No p*ssy no rats, no Tom and Jerry
They say your friends are your enemies?
Well, my friends are imaginary
I'm the motherfukkin resolution like the 1st of January
My ride cold and my bytch hot
I'm tired as hell but my dikk not
I don't gas no bytch, no pitstop
Smoke Barney and Baby Bop!
Y'all nikkas act like lady cops
My nikkas smoke like coffee shops
That's syrup gang, wafflehouse
Gunfight, I'll knock you out
My bytch titties is poppin out
We poppin up and we get it poppin
Mask on, gloves on
Like Mickey Mouse,clips stickin out
Like Nicki's ass
Smoking on that sticky bag
Weezy F: I'm big and bad
Small feet, but I kick your ass
I'm the trigger man, and that shooting star
Eat that p*ssy like caviar
She treat that dikk just like a straw
How you like them apples, Microsoft?
Now wipe it off..
I do Liv on Sundays: church!
Step off in that motherfukker fresher than some Certs
Uuh! Who the fukk is Stevie J?
I got the ball, playing keepaway
Kidnap your ass, kill your ass
Then hide your ass like an Easter Egg!
It's Hollygrove to my deathbed
Just make sure my pillow's fluffed
Hit a nikka with a million shots
What you call that? A million bucks
Good weed, we pass around
Money talks: mine got a nasty mouth
It's Young Money, Cash Money
Til the motherfukkin day I'm Cashin Out!
Tunechi!
["Hook"]
Riding round with them choppas, not them ninas
Your bytch wanna come over here where the grass is greener
And if you passing that weed, I'm the wide receiver
@LilTunechi, follow the leader bytch!
