Mouthpiece (feat. Drty Red)

On my Johnny Bravo shit you feel me Thank you Huh I got mouthpiece what about you I got hands my homie got tool Everybody worried bout tryna be cool But I ain't worried bout what you and them do I got a slick tongue I'ma be straight I'ma be me I ain't tryna be dude Everybody worried bout tryna be cool I got mouthpiece I'ma make moves Treat bad vibes like germs Like when a nigga sneeze I cover my food Huh I got whip that I use like spoon Scoop her, cup cakes then treat her like food Uber her back cuz I'm tryna make moves Move like a mac but I hustle like two Got hands like tools, need bands like schools. Yeah the love is all cool but my baby need shit like every damn day, I mean what would y'all do? I'm just tryna pay my BM lil rent so she can't say shit It'd be money well spent Got a lot of plans that I use like cash And done had a lotta dreams I done seen come true Spit facts like Snapple Keep a honey in my hands like Pooh Bunny on my tail like Hugh Like Hef nigga You ain't got the fire in yo eyes she blew She gon put the head on me just to come thru You ain't got the fire in yo eyes she blew She gon put the head on me just to come thru You ain't got the fire in yo eyes dawg And she low key thru supporting yo bump ass She gon put the head on nigga just to come thru smoke her down And talk to her like a real person you feel me Huh I got mouthpiece what about you I got hands my homie got tool Everybody worried bout tryna be cool But I ain't worried bout what you and them do I got a slick tongue I'ma be straight I'ma be me I ain't tryna be dude Everybody worried bout tryna be cool I got mouthpiece I'ma make moves Big booty baddie in some Julio Got her turned on hearing music at the studio Always tryna check me Making sure she ain't a groupie hoe But she get freaky put the jigga in her booty hole ugh Nasty than a bitch how I like And she tryna get drunk how I know I'ma psychic Thought it was my main bitch nah she my sidekick Help me with the hoes and kick em out when I don't like em Pussy can't have no fun I like em tight shit Gold up in my mouth thought she looking up at lightning Memba I broke for some time it was frightening Now the hustle don't stop like to run tight ship ugh Kiss when we done niggas tight lipped But het pussy wet up out this world with a vice grip Stuck in the back of her throat took my life quick Murder was the case where the booth and her thighs is ugh Aight understood so can I share a thought with you? Don't even ask go ahead Sometimes compulsively feeding our ego can gives us the illusion of control It seems like a lot of the things that are naturally happening around you can be coming with your lifestyle that You've chosen But you do have to give yourself some grace