(What the fuck is Dirty Nachos?)
(This Chicago, nigga)
Ayy, put some cheese on that motherfucker
(Damn son, where'd you find this?)
Neighbors real nosey, weed real flunky, I'm a weed Junkie
Got filet cash, but I still eat baloney
Beef ravioli, turn to Master Chovey
Grab the macaroni, come and smack his homie
You know I got it on me, flat 'em like a Sony (Real trap shit)
Burn 'em like a phony, In Florida like I'm Tony
Bitches said she saw me, she thought she saw my Audi
Okay hoe, I'm outty, I just want the toppy
You said it was your hobby, well, why you ain't do it sloppy?
Yeah, I got my moppy, okay cool, you copy
Dare you try to rob me, turn you to a zombie
Baby, you're a lil boy, he callin' for his mommy
In a red car, gettin' head by a blondie
Chopper started laughin', I'm like this shit ain't funny
I might be wearin' a see through coat, you tryna find me
Yeah, we open, like a plaza
Screen a nigga, like a plasma
Got the pump, like some asthma
Spray your block, like a tagger
Foot down, It's going faster
Football, we gon catch 'em
Fifty shots, it's a massacre
Take some blood, bitch it's Dracula
With a boy band, call him spectacular
Uh-uh, he smokin' regular
One of my hoes, BM was draggin' her
They flipping gangs, these niggas spatulas
I know she fucking, bitch I'm a happener
She put it down, I have to laugh at her
She curious, to why I don't ride with her
Your pig ass ain't come around till I got my cabbage up
Your pig ass ain't come around 'til I got my cabbage up
Your pig ass ain't come around 'til I got my cabbage up
Your pig ass ain't come around 'til I got my cabbage up
Your pig ass ain't come around 'til I got my cabbage up
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