Smoking on cones Sippin on coniac Slippery or not Bitches land on they back Lock the door So whores don’t come back Fury Home alone again fancy that Classy mother fucka with a cobra hat Been like that since Rudy mom booty pass The rest just best friends and gash Get ya hands in these shackles and let’s have a blast We all alone in this home You might think someone hear ya moan but they won’t Bass from Bose shake the coke in ya nose Leave like ya came minus the crotch in dem clothes Soon as they hit kitchen counter they mounted Batch a fine bitch ass into a pound cake I like it when ya yip and yipe with a ball gag And when it’s time to take what my balls made Face