Young Rich Squad
I'ma keep it a buck, you heard?
I don't give a fuck if he's yo' mans, like
Know what I'm sayin', type shit, like, if niggas is disrespectful
Then niggas is finna have to face the consequences (pipe up, pipe up, lil' bitch)
Baby, it's simple
Ayy ho', tell yo' boyfriend I want smoke 'cause he a bitch
Ayy ho', double mac .223 equipped with hollow tips
Yeah ho', little boy talkin' that hot and it really ain't makin' no sense
Off rip, watch this boy get dropped and I ain't seen him since
Ayy, who the fuck want a problem? We gon' take it to 'em
Shut 'em down, if he wanna meet God then I can take him to 'em
Doubled down on all the smoke 'cause he don't want no pressure
Doublin' down, I'm in the stu' with J, we smokin' pressure, uh
Plus we rollin' pressures
I'm in Texas smokin' Lizzo's
Maccin' bout twenty bitches
I feel like Malcolm when I'm in the middle
I talk to myself like a Schitzo
Been with the shits but you knew, from the git-go
Step in the function I'm lit she want figure me out
But I'm hard like a riddle, yeah
My money talk, I got big bucks
Six one your money short, you so little
Ball like I'm Kobe and Gigi
Niggas can't see me, I'm nice with the dribble
This why I'm hot, like a Mim
She move like a Sim, I control where your bitch go
I got the gas on deck, keep the wraps on deck
Like I'm workin' at Citgo, I'm like
"Eeny, meeny, mo, which one of these ho's on go?" Yeah
Shawty choosin' up
So I think it's time that I show her
Ain't no disrespect, but she only deserve the best, yeah
She can't settle for less
If not you she on to the next, yeah
My diamonds shining, they VV
You can go blind from yo' motherfuckin' TV
They get upset when they see me
She rubbin' me down, like a muh-fuckin' genie
Washin' my back in the tub
The royal penis is in need of a cleaning
And once I am done with that bitch
I'ma drop that lil ho' off 'cause that bitch is too clingy
Ayy ho', tell yo' boyfriend I want smoke 'cause he a bitch
Ayy ho', double MAC .223 equipped with hollow tips
Yeah ho', little boy talkin' that hot and it really ain't makin' no sense
Off rip, watch this boy get dropped and I ain't seen him since
Ayy ho'
Ayy ho', why is you walkin'? Yous a bitch
Ayy ho', I just scored eighty points a game with no assist
Ayy ho', why is you walkin'? Yous a bitch
Ayy ho', I just scored eighty points a game with no assist
Ayy ho'
I moved in last week into this neighborhood
All my neighbors hate me, but I guess they should
I be yellin' all my adlibs in my backyard
Smokin' smelly, plus I'm black I won't go that far
I'm in the suburbs smokin'
So loud my neighbors is chokin'
I'm in that p***y, I'm strokin'
Told me your p***y is soakin', shh, uh, yeah
Bitch wanna fuck with me, told her to yell at me
She gon' remember me if she gon' fuck with me
I need that bitch to scream, I'll catch a felony
Haha, pistol gon' sing to you, that's serenade
Electrolytes in my Gatorade
She don't wan' suck me, then stay away
Yeah, red face rollie look like blood
Yeah, shoutout bro, he called me "Blood"
Haha, but my hundreds blue, like Crip
Yo' girlfriend tattooed my dick
I like pain, it gets me lit, gross (fuck)
Move that work like Professor X
She wanna fuck, I just want that neck
Tell her, "No hands," like a T-Rex, um
I'm a star, I feel like Patrick, no Danica could tell 'em
Don't panic I got this organic, and plus I'm Hispanic
They hate on the man, fuck it
I might need a bandage I'm, damn it
Little bit bruised from all this flexin'
I'm on a cruise, flew out from Texas
On my computer, cook with Nexus, bitch
I missed the memo, who let these p***y niggas come say "Hello"?
I rock the double zero, like I'm Mello
I'm sendin' shots, but I ain't talkin' jello, ha
Bitch you cappin', what the fuck
I got the pistol, keep it tucked
You say some shit, you better duck, bitch
Ayy ho', why is you walkin'? Yous a bitch
Ayy ho', I just scored eighty points a game with no assist
Ayy ho', why is you walkin'? Yous a bitch
Ayy ho', I just scored eighty points a game with no assist
Ayy ho'
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Aye Hoe - Joey Trap and Kamiyada+
