Yeah, haha
You know what the fuck goin' on (eat it up champ, eat it up)
The fucking champ, nigga
Let's go

Ice out my wrist like I broke it, ah
Driving the whip like it's stolen
Ooh, bustin' that pussy wide open
Yeah, she let me hit from the back
I got it wet got it soakin'
Don't know how it feel to be sober
She gone ride on that dick like a Rover, ha
Nigga you ain't talking bout no money get back

I gave my yay to Wafi bust 'em down
Trap nigga all I know grams 'n' scams
Dior the pilot put 'em on the ground
Malcolm X, choppa peepin' out the blinds
Couple niggas switched all my niggas still ridin'
Claim they want beef when I seen 'em they lying
Ride by myself with a hundred twenty rounds
Draco, .40 Glock 'n' a pocket rocket
They don't want no smoke these niggas just be cock blocking
Came up out the hole, trapping was my only option
I had a eight ball in my corner pocket
Thirty one and flavors in my trap like Baskin Robbins
Use to walk to the court with the basketball
Now I gotta to re-up nigga just to get it off
I ain't never been a follower, I'ma general
You either steal or sell dope, we some criminals

Ice out my wrist like I broke it, ah
Driving the whip like it's stolen
Ooh, bustin' that pussy wide open
Yeah, she let me hit from the back
I got it wet got it soakin'
Don't know how it feel to be sober
She gone ride on that dick like a Rover, ha
Nigga you ain't talking bout no money get back

I know how it feel to be broke I ain't going back
Fuck 'bout no loss nigga how you gon' bounce back
My bitch Dora the Explorer, like how did you find that?
Gotta buy a three five I ain't selling no dime pack
I need my profit I ain't smoking, I'm selling that
Touchdown dance on a nigga the quarterback
Drinking Pimp C I swear I've never snorted that
Just call me Blo you ain't know me like that
Never been a pussy
Shoot at the Hellcat
Ain't in my name, I'ma wrap it and sell that
Caught niggas slipping an gave 'em this L back
Bitch fuck me good an I pay for her nail tech, ha
Cartier skeleton cost a Patek
This ain't an Audi
Four rings, baguettes
Cuban it's choking me all on my neck
On Candler Road take the bird by the eagle neck

Ice out my wrist like I broke it, ah
Driving the whip like it's stolen
Ooh, bustin' that pussy wide open
Yeah, she let me hit from the back
I got it wet got it soakin'
Don't know how it feel to be sober
She gone ride on that dick like a Rover, ha
Nigga you ain't talking 'bout no money get back

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Writer(s): Sterling Pennix