Used to be to try Hide my phone from a bitch Nowadays she gone bring me My phone while I shit What the fuck are words I put detergent in my drink Regurgitate it in the sink Purchase me a certain Merchant Heard him Smirk The air Comin from his teeth Colder than A person Workin In the surface Earnin Sermons Words is Just sounds Pergin All around the town Tele fone And I’m gone In the smoke From the pound Near made my finger break Fat blunt full of loud Many grams it weigh a lot Chicken or beef She love the taste of cock Booty like a bubble I’m tryna make it pop Poke until It’s dull Ice pick Me a fool Still doin shit proper Free my brother tank We’ll be home Ima sofa Soap on the loofa She addicted to pain Tatted on her fupa I just lost my brain But she gave me a new one Then I gave it back Told her that I need a refund Lungs full Of cheeba Pp pp purple And the green stuff Ak 47 start to steam I’ll still hit the booty if it’s flat Skinny bitty wit the swag Skr8 lookin like a swisher Grams in a Dutch I can hardly fit em No timeouts Bought her a t not a sweatshirt Her titties to big I took it back they hardly fit em Tatted on my lids I took the money To the hat sto Engrave my name on it Fupa around the back part This a thick piece Took a bite Now my jaws sore Smile to them folks I do it wit honor My phone barely works That’s why I never answer I can barely hear y’all It’s gettin too dark I can barely see y’all It’s getting to noisy I can barely taste y’all Coochie too moisty Spines on spines got bent I’m geeked Spring up in the mornin Eyes not wide They pink like a pussy Tail not bushy But I’m still horny Wave like a nieghbor Askin for suger The weed hit back They not fuckin wit me Rolled up a jay You thought was a ciggy Throw some wax on it You thought it was a shermstick It’s all good I ain’t worried I do my own thang In the restaurant twerkin