Yeah
What up Kryple
Good lookin' out my G
Airport trippin' over 10k
Let me live that's how men play
We them dogs, we ain't friendly
You in our yard you'll end up missin' homie
Take your shoes off, got the pistol on me
Your baby mama, she be kissin' on me
Have a seat, mi casa su casa
Shorty beautiful, I'm tall, dark and handsome
Cheers to that, salute to me
Ill kill the beat, so unique
I'm doin' me, ain't worried bout you
Lucy in the penthouse with the sickest view
Higher than Morrison, feelin' fantastic
Couple bad broads with a lot of bad habits
Been around the world, what you know bout acid
Not a party pooper but the Percocet crashin'
Hey my enemies, led up in 'em, nice girl like cocabona
High like my mozzy cause it suites my ensemble
Sniffin' is a no no, that go against the bro code
Suckin' glass dicks, when I got you in a chokehold
Watchin' Netflix and cheering for the villain
You know it get real when the plasma starts spillin'
Call up my brodies, tongue kissed my shorty
Than walk out that door, say ill be home shortly
Gotta hit up the ops, learned it from my pops
Ya ill do it for the props, ill do it for the quaps
Come and walk with a chief, he ain't want beef
Ill have you shittin' in your briefs
And it ain't worth the grief
I know a lot of sosas, yo a matter of fact
Me and the brothers, bang bang on the track
Roll up to the crib at about 5am
Wake up my cake cause I need me some bread
Now I need some medication cause my mind is always racin'
When we party through the night, man I'm feelin' kinda wasted
I've been blazin' up that smoke, straight blowin' on that purp
Got some honeys in the kitchen and they whipin' up that work
(What you heard)
40 below in that E-town snow
When I feel it in the bass, with the beat down low
When you hear it in my voice, when I speak that flow
(Im gone)
So show me what your workin' with
She drop it to the floor, Mamacita let it twerk a bit
A certified ten, and she fin to live the high life
These views from my room shining brighter than a skyline
Im feelin' like its my time, seconds tickin' off the clock
She climb into my bed and she show me what she really got
Y'all ain't really from the bottom like these tread marks
I ain't really had no problems to the Bread starts
I'm just comfortable collecting from these dead marks
Benchmarks, cleaning up the barrel with your dreadlocks
Baby girl she want her number in my Rolodex
I just want up in her stomach in her solar plex
She keep bragging to her friends about this oral sex
Baby wrap her mouth around my, just like the turtlenecks
Screaming daddy when she slipped in to that balaclava
I'll be back in a couple hours, don't be sittin' sour
Love the way I run the yard, now she pullin' guard
Pulling on her bra, I'm goin' deep and now she's seeing stars
She just wanna taste of it so she can savor it
Her favourite
She rub it on her body and she play with it
Watch the roster getting cut just like the bayonet
Pussy soaking wet, she let me bath in it
These other suckers pay for it