I see you riddin round town with the girl I love She not the one I'm so done this not fun Stuck her finger in my bum Shoulda shot me with a gun Sun come up Still in bed Mama always said im fucked in the head My head alright This bitch just not my type Came with hype, lost me at the site of her cash flow cherry ain't ripe You say no cap Still might pipe Runnin times Grand prix vibes  for the rides We tried to make it work But you went a wigged out on a perc Time not there You tried to share but caution comes out tortoise beats the hare but who cares When the bars are open the freaks come out All the bitches want my dick Heavy pour for the whores I don't want you so pack your shit and go Don't complain about a thing you make me wanna fuckin scream Don't forget that when you bustin through that door through that door With the fake boobies always sendin nudies Crazy like a wild boar always horny sometimes take a couple shots cause they just keep coming but they really out here Startin shit Fakin shit Lyin shit Aw shit But its a sign of the times these dirty little rymes bout a bitch who snitch catch a stich was a victim to the system go head list em it's a shame your daddy didn't wear a rubber slice your finger in a cutter blood runs down you a clow cut not deep took it deep preach the gospel your to hot now she a thot now take a bow now Kung pow chicken now we dishin fishin for the answer no bite you a cancer need to take you down a night out on the town need a chaser wash you down bound by love Ain't no love Throw a fit you got hit Glove don't fit Now you belly up catch my drift yeah When the bars are open the freaks come out All the bitches want my dick oh yeah I don't want you so pack your shit and go Don't complain about a thing you make me wanna fuckin scream Don't forget that when you bustin through that door through that door