You Think Hook Oh you think you can uproot her,  just boot her, trash chute her,  brute force, know you done did this before Oh you think that all ya sniffin,  slow sippin, big pimpin,  won’t get you bit like skinny dippin with sharks Oh you think that all the shooting, Polluting, soul diluting Plug got her pride bent 90 for dope Oh you think all this addiction is fiction, Mass prescription like scriptures Toxic marriage, pray for divorce Verse Spin the bottle She giggle, gobble, he hit the nozzle He did the Donald, they swimming, goggles, she singing gospel He falling, autumn, lit really wobbled, but this a brothel She no apostle, she picked his wallet and hit the throttle She owed a quart, serving cobras, Voldemort,  dirty soda aroma looming as she hit the port She flash the gucci, he ain't gucci, wants some coochie Now traumat(eyes) twitching every time she know she short Hook Oh you think you can uproot her,  just boot her, trash chute her,  brute force, know you done did this before Oh you think that all ya sniffin,  slow sippin, big pimpin,  won’t get you bit like skinny dippin with sharks Oh you think that all the shooting, Polluting, soul diluting Plug got her pride bent 90 for dope Oh you think all this addiction is fiction, Mass prescription like scriptures Toxic marriage, pray for divorce Verse Homie’s home stomach growling and itching Before the water, scrounge the kitchen for some gin and some rum Drunk nigga lost his wallet now he feelin the friction No means to refuel the tank, just know he getting it done He knicked a quart, sneaky cobra, Voldemort, Dirty soda aroma looming as he hit the port Met the master, pulled a fast one, bullets faster Them hollow tips done turned his little angel to a bastard Outro Oh you think you can uproot her,  just boot her, trash chute her,  brute force, know you done did this before Oh you think that all ya sniffin,  slow sippin, big pimpin,  won’t get you bit like skinny dippin with sharks All that karma done followed them niggas to the harbor All them vodkas shot piercing bullets into they armor Our sins gon eat at us flesh and blood, no jeffrey dahmer Can't step in flames without setting ablaze your inner arbor Issa jungle, sneaky cobras, Voldemort dirty soda aroma looming as you hit the port Mok the sage, telling stories, Hemingway Bitter truths in a picture frame