One Thousand

At the end of the day bitch, you gon' have to beat this When I get up in your bitch pussy, it got me seasick This a fuckin' ocean baby, I can eat this Shorty got me full as fuck, like she a deep Dish Ridin' round in fast cars, burnin' spit and Eat dishes I am not a sexist baby, but can you please Do my dishes I know I think my bed done held about a thousand bitches Got your bitch sendin' coochee pics, I've seen a thousand fishes Bitch I'm in a modern war, I done done a thousand missions Mama told me go to church, I done met a thousand Christians A thousand dollars in my pocket, I done got a thousand riches Yeah, my mama done been through round ten thousand bitches I just pulled that bitch from Dame Ridge, I'm the logo man Got your girl wrapped around my finger, tryna hold my hand Think it's time to let her go, she a hoe my man It's park dirty, got my head spinnin' like a ceiling fan Come with threats, but I'm lettin' loose, a Russian fire missile Send a text, I'ma have this thick bitch come and get you What the fuck is wrong with you, like what's the issue What the fuck is wrong with you, like what's the issue My bag 85, rise deep, I feel like George Kittle My list of hoes held a lot, not eight fuckin' little Put a shotgun to his chest and turn him to a pickle I mean, shit Put a shotgun to his chest and turn him to a cripple I miss the days back when life was super simple I just had a lapse of time, finna cause a ripple Leave bro like Joe Swanson, weirdo then brittle Bitch I'm goin' beast mode with the fuckin' Skittles Bae just tell me if you love me, what's with all the riddles Put the red dot to your face and pop you like a pimple Girl I'm tryna see them titties, please take out a nipple Let them titties breathe, bae like, oh my God Bae, oh my God, why you keep playin' with me, bro Fuck, shit I keep payin' him up, but that shit only the bass go We spinnin' tickets, watch, but that nigga rolly face, bro Pop the double R's, but that shit ain't got his face, bro Can we have a new drawer, hit him once, that nigga face broke Dumb nigga, why you fuckin' with Phenomenon I could pull some strings and leave him singin' like he's Chaka Khan Walkie got him leanin', I think Barney's seen the far beyond Walk inside the club, 10 deep with some Cartys on Dumb bitch, no, we don't care what they be on Young punch God, you can call me Baby Baby Tron Plug sent the pack through the mail like the Baby Tron If he gettin' bucked, launch a cannon like a Brady on Touchdown in Tampa, I'm feelin' like TV 12 Mike and Meery, jeans, white tee, and a BB belt Make a hella move with no hands like a Ouija spell Nigga want my shawty? Then boy, you gon' see these shells Bunked around and bunked the game like a cheat code Lucky seventh on flames like I'm Gino Back, back, back, drop him like a free throw Three-five of the green, smoke until I see low See, see low See, see low Until I see, see, see, I see low