Lyrics:
forgot to mention
Don't know if I can surprise her, but it's something special
I can't help you baby girl, but she needs my attention
When she is sad she
got my damn phone bugged
[Chorus]
I'm gonna smoke him! (Yeahhhhhh.. let's buck em down)
I'm gonna smoke him! (Yeahhhhhh.. let's buck em down)
I'm
attached
It look like Jill Scott
Aiming at your top
I make them hop scotch
40 new pointers
Bitch, I shoot a lot
I don't even know her
But I know she a thot
his bitch get in her Dental
This my shit my instrumental
(Flddt, Flddt, Flddt, Flddt, Flddt, Flddt)
Yeah Yeah
Man yall know what the fuck going on with
don't know me, not at all
Shout out "obi won kanobi"
Cuzzo showed me from the start
He put an instrumental on
And ever since I couldn't stop
Now I'm hot,
Black or Q?"
So I don't really need to rap wit you, ya know?
Repeat 1
Yo', I figured if we All Out, it's all right
As long as when
I saw her on the bus today
She was looking quite okay
Unimpressed by what's plain to see
I wonder what's not on display
I can look into the heads
like that dude
My crew don’t play by the rules
Fuck with my brother I pull out that tool
Gotta get it that’s a must
Fuck that lil bitch I can’t give her
to us
Speed off quick ya I let em in the dust
I tell her she bad now I'm seeing her blush
Like girl we got time no we don't gotta rush
She pop a Tesla she
the eyes Thank heaven, I can tell by the eyes
Rollin' more raps, I ain't talkin' instrumental
Nigga play it's raps, he don't know what he get into
Don't
other dollar back
Know I have change cause the chicken wrap don't cost more than I gave fool
Man you can keep that buck and all my niggas in the range
why little Caleb trying to dodge fire
One by my head but he missed I'm glad I didn't die
So now my head on a swivel when I drive now
I don't stop at red
you owe me though
I don't get up in my feelings watch your homie though
We bleed the same blood playing by your strip we in same hood
Come get me I
with Flo Milli attitude
Lil bitch bad and cool
Please dont make her act a fool
I like Glorilla cause she ratchet too
Lil booties matter too
I know Rico
I'm with Chief Keef
Play clean, pipe Christine
I pipe correct, I'm so P.C.
Go to the club but I don't even drink
I don't know what to think
Got
don't think I forgot
Got a couple hoes they just wanna come over
Tell them bring them drugs can't fuck them if I'm sober
Fuck her on the couch her legs be
She feelin on my ice I might just let her ride the bike
She said that she don't know me she gon know me by tonight
Ouu shawty I call Uber know that
questions in 5, looking like the press, like the press
Ask me what I got on just today, Ricky Owens?
That's enough now let's go fuck no masturbate
I left
[Mack 10]
Microphone check i.o. from the west coast beller and tella
I cuss like a sella when you see her she's a gonna
Moved to California blew
Gang bangin' ain't go' never die, as long
As niggaz ain't got nothing we go' be thuggin' forever high
Ain't no more drive by's, niggaz chase you down
I fuck your hoe on a Friday night know that I'll have that bitch gone by the weekend
My cellular it stay on DND I don't even like when my phone keep
the Armageddon when the smoke settle
His body next to this instrumental, I'm sayin'
I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk about it
I'm
we in here to move bucks
I know niggas with K K K's like Ku Klux
Ain't no math test so choose up
And if you looking for true shit then choose us
So you know you got to go when tech n9ne give you this track
So I call on krizz, rittz and prozak, let's go!
(here we go again! haha! hey tech,
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