Hey, What the fuck?
Hey
Hey, hello, hello
Hello
Aye stop fucking talking like that, 'fore I glass your ass
I look for the plug like I'm John Carter
Got cigar in my mouth, I'm the Godfather
Leviosa the plug like I'm Harry Potter
Take your bitch to an island, it's Total Drama
I'ma hold all the work like it's keep-away
She like "My mom in the house but you need to wait"
Catch a nigga in December, it's Jesus' day
Mexican bitch got a Gomez, Selena face
My grandmother seen me like "How do that TEC work?"
Osama bin Laden, nigga, how did this jet work?
I'm still in the streets I do not need a lecture
She sucking my dick, now her lungs and her chest hurt
I've been off the porch since a nigga was 14
I got Madea in the trunk, good morn-ting
My Mexican plug do no more importing
Front door the plug, nigga, we 'bout to door ring
I hit the block with the LeBron slammer
Ship the package, think I'm Zon--Ama
In the U-U with that "oh shit"
Excuse my French, nigga, Montana
I pull out the chop and you move like a dog
Real demon, think I'm Belle--Anna
Brightseat Road, by the Shell, Lanham
He smoke your man, he on his Twitter, ban him
Real sticks, got from Alabama
The chopper rock with the guitar like I'm Hannah
I turn a nigga into a ghost, Danny Phantom
.38 gon' shoot a nigga, Wax on the camera
The chopper shoot flakes, I ain't talking 'bout dandriff
Got my wrist shining like a lier--chande
I'ma back door the plug, lil' bitch, I'm a planner
Mexican plug do not know good grammar, uh
I made this song 'cause I got pink
Even Wax got on pink behind the camera
Big stick, nigga, ain't no standards
I run with the pack, I feel like Barry Sanders
Bro stay with the act, but he popping them jammers
Swiper, no swiping, I hang with the scammers
White bitch, Cosgrove, Miranda
Creep on an opp, I feel like the Pink Panther
Made a song, I'm looking like a pink jammer
I got pink
Nigga, I got pink
I really do that shit
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