Yeah
I'm in the
Racks to the ceiling, whole room green, no CGI
She said I get her pussy wet by looking at her, nigga, aphrodisiac
Nigga talking drunk, talking out his top, nigga on cognac
Bust a nigga in his shit, choppa all black like Kodak
I'm with my motherfuckin' twin, I'm talking like Zack and Cody
These niggas be motherfuckin' rats man, these niggas some rodents
Who that lil' boy? He knock on the door, a nigga like, "Who that?"
Name a time a nigga shot at me and a nigga ain't shoot back
I'm in the coupe, 'bout five, six choppers, yeah, lil nigga, you know that
And this cologne is worth a car note, yeah, lil' nigga, for sure that
He tryna copy the whole fit, he don't even know where to go at
This shit outta Europe, he stuck in the hood, he don't know where the store at
Racks to the ceiling, whole room green, no CGI
She said I get her pussy wet by looking at her, nigga, aphrodisiac
Nigga talking drunk, talking out his top, nigga on cognac
Bust a nigga in his shit, choppa all black like Kodak
Nigga tryna hold somethin', whole time owe somethin'
Running up racks, roadrunner (Believe it)
Like a nigga stole some
I do this shit for real, who the hell do you think I am? No stunt double
Bitch, I'ma walkin' school, you damn fool, you come round learn somethin'
Head to toe, I'm double C's, ain't average, I earned somethin'
Bullets got gonorrhoea in this dick, you play, I burn somethin'
Anybody play 'bout me or play 'bout you, I swear I turn somethin'
Nigga need pounds like Omarion, you gotta serve somethin'
Racks to the ceiling, whole room green, no CGI
She said I get her pussy wet by looking at her, nigga, aphrodisiac
Nigga talking drunk, talking out his top, nigga on cognac
Bust a nigga in his shit, choppa all black like Kodak
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