[Verse 1] F*ck n*gga, them f*ck n*ggas My blunt bigger than these lil n*ggas Keep stuntin' with your b*tch ass You'll get jacked and Jilled, n*gga F*ck wrong with these sissy n*ggas? I'm smoking that Bill Bixby n*gga I'm spendin' money, spendin' money Ben Franklin dizzy n*gga! Your b*tch on my d*ck, I told her I was busy She say "Wayne on me, Wayne on me" cause yo ass be drizzlin' That pussy came gift-wrapped: bow and a ribbon And if she bounce that ass then I'm dribblin' That pussy 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 b*tch and a red b*tch 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 d*ck with 2 hands Like she about to pray for it Clips hanging, no curfew F*ck 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 B*tch, I'm drowsy Man, I'm so high I don't know what I'm laughing about I got bars, n*gga and it's happy hour! [Hook] Ridin' round with them choppas, not them ninas Ridin' with a b*tch named Molly and she on Molly - ha! B*tch I put my foot in your ass: karate Man these n*ggas can't see me like a diary [Verse 2] Smoke that weed, let's get eerie Nina shut up, that b*tch got a silencer Top of the gun there is a scope I close one eye, I look like a pirate, f*ck it! Trukfit my b*tch up, Tunechi Li big nuts I'm getting my d*ck sucked I blow weed like it's dust! Spacehead: love pussy, hate feds Just bought my girl a Ferrari Spider Told her drive it like it got 8 legs I'm a made n*gga: Makaveli That Mack-11: necessary I'm a hard head: I pop the cherry No pussy no rats, no Tom and Jerry They say your friends are your enemies? Well, my friends are imaginary I'm the motherf*ckin' resolution like the 1st of January My ride cold and my b*tch hot I'm tired as hell but my d*ck not I don't gas no b*tch, no pitstop Smoke Barney and Baby Bop! Y'all n*ggas act like lady cops My n*ggas smoke like coffee shops That's syrup gang, wafflehouse Gunfight, I'll knock you out My b*tch 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 pussy like caviar She treat that d*ck just like a straw How you like them apples, Microsoft? Now wipe it off I do Liv on Sundays: church! Step off in that motherf*cker fresher than some Certs Uuh! Who the f*ck 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 n*gga 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 motherf*ckin' day I'm cashin' out! Tunechi! [Hook] Riding round with them choppas, not them ninas Your b*tch wanna come over here where the grass is greener And if you passing that weed, I'm the wide receiver @LilTunechi, follow the leader, b*tch!
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