Ayyy
Let’s get it
Pop 2 perkies, yeah i ain’t gonna drown
Stack these bars, yeah i’m finna get the crown
b#tches on me, yeah they finna get down
My name’s not charlie and i don’t want the brown
Got no wheels but i still get around
Your b#tch f#ck with me, yeah i lay the pipe down
Yeah i hit it raw, but it ain’t smackdown
Charlie foxtrot, yeah we got a man down
b#tches in the back, yeah they all tryna dance
Tryna feel on my pants, cause i got em in a trance
You ain’t matching me, yeah i’m way too advanced
Got me popping thesе pills, man i’m boutta relapse
Do it for the homiеs, yeah we tryna make some hits
You get in my way, man i’ll punch you in the ribs
Love what i do, man i never call it quits
I gotta get these racks, gotta give it to the kids
Done with you p#ssies tryna run these ends
f#ck with my boys, you won’t make amends
Tryna make money, man i’m stacking these tens
Tryna cop the range, wanna cop the benz
Nah shorty, i don’t wanna be friends
We can have fun, yeah behind the lens
Tryna write more, i’m running outta pens
Man what the f#ck are half of these trends?
Cuh that girl over there be pree
Man she don’t want nothing from me
So i just go and bill up my zoot
Why the feds tryna nick all the youts
Ayy likkle girl, you look kinda cute
Yeah i’m built hard, but my name’s not groot
I’ll f#ck you up and pull you by the roots
What the f#ck you doing man, poor excuse
Always on edge, man i keep it ten toes
Pull up to the party with my ten hoes
Hearing all this sh#t, you’re way too chatty
Don’t mind me, i’m just rolling up a fatty
Cuh that girl over there be pree
Man she don’t want nothing from me
So i just go and bill up my zoot
Why the feds tryna nick all the youts
Ayy likkle girl, you look kinda cute
Yeah i’m built hard, but my name’s not groot
I’ll f#ck you up and pull you by the roots
What the f#ck you doing man, poor excuse
Always on edge, man i keep it ten toes
Pull up to the party with my ten hoes
Hearing all this sh#t, you’re way too chatty
Don’t mind me, i’m just rolling up a fatty
I’m not saying that i’ve had a bad life
I wanna give back, gotta pay the f#ckin price
Always picking pens, never picking knives
Saucy with this sh#t, yeah i add a lil spice
Yeah i got your b#tch, she be my side
She say i’m next up, that she’s down to ride
Next thing i know, she riding like a bike
She’s with me, that’s why he dislike
Earth’s shaking now, boy i cause quakes
Laugh, cry now, everything i touch breaks
Baking with your b#tch, not talking bout cakes
Step into the room, now the f#ckin room shakes
Won’t deal with your sh#t, get out my face
Put you on a rocket, send you outer space
You p#ssies can’t even make it second base
No one can find me, i won’t catch a case
Cuh that girl over there be pree
Man she don’t want nothing from me
So i just go and bill up my zoot
Why the feds tryna nick all the youts
Ayy likkle girl, you look kinda cute
Yeah i’m built hard, but my name’s not groot
I’ll f#ck you up and pull you by the roots
What the f#ck you doing man, poor excuse
Always on edge, man i keep it ten toes
Pull up to the party with my ten hoes
Hearing all this sh#t, you’re way too chatty
Don’t mind me, i’m just rolling up a fatty
You know what the f#cks going down
We jumping on the drill
f#ck this sh#t, i’m out
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