Big knots in my pocket Timper so bad it take off Like a rocket I don’t know why but She calling my phone saying She not garbage But smell like fish and garlic Mouth so wet Face torn up like scar bitch Turned off the light switch Whipped out my deep dish She said she can face it Not talking bout blunts bitch Pussy be soaken Before I open But 2 fingers in I ack Like I’m skinny dipping in a ocean 3 strokes in she already creaming Out some shit that look like lotion 1 to the 2 to the 3 to the 4 Mak attack with the doe Pull up with the baddest bitches and hoes Pockets filled with money And on my way to get some moe Sell weed sell coke Gatta do what I do cause I’m cold Driving fast on the road Switch lanes never been in my blood Until niggas told Really don’t ever speak on the things that are untold U niggas pethedick that shit wasn’t bold