All my n#gg#s lit, all my n#gg#s lit (Ayy)
Pull up with the stick (Ayy), and she ’bout to lick (Ayy)
Meow, n#gg#s p#ss#
I could stand outside in my draws and you couldn’t woop me
I could not go to my own shows and they gon’ still book me
I get [?] hall of fame and you n#gg#s rookie
Yeah, y’all is some rookies
I just saw a crackhead, he was smokin’ cookie
n#gg#, what’s this sitch?
Pull up with the stick
(Oh, woah, woah, woah)
Ayy, harmonize
Netflix on, condom time
See my dick, traumatized
(Oh, woah, woah, woah)
All the time
We get money all the time
When it’s money on the line
(Oh, woah, woah, woah)
Fairly Godparents
Got these b#tches goin’ bananas
I live in Ohio, I was born in Atlanta
I just got fat, got a belly, I look like black Santa
Poured the Ciroc in a Tropicana
I know a n#gg# name So-Whoa, he from Canada
“Ooh-ooh, ah-ah,” this bananas
“Goo-goo, ga-ga,” who’s your dada?
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