Uh, yeah
Mhm, uh huh
Yeah
Awful Records
Yeah
Niggas got it out the mud
All you niggas is some studs
All your hoes catchin' nuts
But I'm not one to judge
Keep the white like McFlurry
Plug call me Pill Murray
I've been drinkin' on some bourbon
Nigga sick as f*ck, slurrin'
Got two horns like Bruce Wayne
Naked, f*ckin' on your boo thang
f*ck her in the ass like Hussain
It feel like huggin' a new lane
Red cup, red cup
f*ck around, boy, get your head busted
Redrum, redrum
f*ckin' your ho, got her head sprung
I can't roll a blunt, but I can roll a dollar bill
You keep f*ckin' with my money, I might have to get you killed
Yeah, yeah, yeah, thought we had a deal
Yeah, yeah, yeah, thought niggas was chill
You keep talkin' to my bitch, but we might have to get you knocked
Everybody on my payroll, yeah, your niggas and the cops
So don't try to call 12, they might shoot you on the spot
They gon' send your ass to hell if you keep playin' with my knots
What? Yeah
Ayy, when I feel sad a nigga start sippin'
Puttin' them Percs in my pinot noir
Crushin' up blues in my designer shoes
When I sip on the carpet I look like a star
Pullin' her bloomers off
Pourin' that sauvignon blanc on her titties and lickin' it off
Her mission go from her tata to kitty
She say she want bad boy, I turned into Diddy
Ooh, yeah, I turned into 50
A nigga on BET, nigga on STARZ
Everybody wanna know who in my car
Told my lil' bitch to go sit in the car
Everybody wanna know how that boy ball
Found her at the party, then f*cked in the stall
Break a bitch back like bang
Mask on my face, yeah I'm bringin' the pain
I can't roll a blunt, but I can roll a dollar bill
You keep f*ckin' with my money, I might have to get you killed
Yeah, yeah, yeah, thought we had a deal
Yeah, yeah, yeah, thought niggas was chill
You keep talkin' to my bitch, but we might have to get you knocked
Everybody on my payroll, yeah, your niggas and the cops
So don't try to call 12, they might shoot you on the spot
They gon' send your ass to hell if you keep playin' with my knots
What?