What in the f#ck is this beat doing?
That b#tch said “you must be mario falling off a cliff if you think we f#cking”
I said ” waaaahhh”
Bro, you are not funny!
Riding round town with the guys
Eating mcdonald’s pies
Mackin on rally’s fries
Best food money could buy
Hey i see a good lick
I’m a cartoon got money signs in my eyes
I might go super saiyan if i slide
I’m fly let any n#gg# try me
I been with my n#gg#s
Smoking pressure in the hot box
Jumpin through these numbers and boxes, i’m playing hopscotch
Pump her till she full, gas station getting topped off
Eat the beef i never let it simmer in the crock pot
f#ckin with me, and i lower her lifespan
40 jumpin so my chopper a hype man
Mera-mеra keep the flame on my right hand
Sabo with me, know hе carry the pipe man
Steady posted with a rack like iran
Feds pull up, out the back door, i ran
Heater searing at his skin, no light tan
I will never ever work for the white man
f#cking your b#tch, you a muf#ckin loser
Taking her home and i do the maneuver
Beat the p#ss# like a f#ckin a- f#ckin a-
With consent, cuz i am not an a-
Chopper bogo so it came with a ruger
Chopper hit him put him into a stupor
Ice and water in the muf#ckin cooler
190 in the pt cruiser
Hey that’s my theme song
Could do it myself, don’t need y’all
Country boy, only care about meemaw
Up, down, up, down, kinda like a seesaw
Got it out the mud, so the muf#ckin beat raw
Swing a big stick like a n#gg# playing tee ball
Runnin round squares, with my muf#ckin cleats on
Hit the floor, all these n#gg#s p#ss#, all these b#tches wh#res
Hit the floor, screeching through his region in the ventador
Escanor, pride is on my mind, and i ain’t better for it
Better floor it, yeah, i better floor it, yeah, i better floor it
Hit the floor, all these n#gg#s p#ss#, all these b#tches wh#res
Hit the floor, screeching through his region in the ventador
Escanor, pride is on my mind, and i ain’t better for it
Better floor it, yeah, i better floor it, yeah, i better floor it
Hit the motherf#cking floor n#gg#
You’ll get folded like forbes n#gg#
n#gg# think he rich, he making four figures
I cannot f#ck with you anymore n#gg#
.445 at his f#cking face, it can’t leave no trace
Roll you up, you a f#cking blunt, and we know you laced
When i’m with my girl, she on her knees, she give me sloppy toppy
That n#gg# think that he tough, so we finna go f#cking off him
p#ss# boy, you just put in two weeks and i just f#cking clocked in
n#gg# said he wanted all the static, so we gonna f#cking rock him
Constantly, ima make her c#m and she gonna beg for more
Remember this, our girls aren’t the same, mine ain’t no f#cking wh#re
Settle this, he said he wanna fight he gonna hit the floor
Honestly, i’m a real #ss n#gg# to the f#cking core
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