Stu Bangas! SmooVth! Hus! Yeah!
Yo! Water whippin’, powder sniffin’
Feel the underground shiftin’, niggas will kick your shit in
Niggas will try to fit in, word to my Yankee fitted
Shit I spit will touch your spirit, they can’t near it
Cats get mad, they act like they can’t hear it
I get a bag of this herb, then I fled, nigga
Pull the trigger and I don’t mean shoot somebody
I mean focus on your goals to cop a new Ferrari
Two Ataris, Xbox, and a PlayStation
Fuck work, I’m on a staycation
Move work without the probation
Son, I re-up and ride to the train station, safe haven
Stop playin’, man, Hus will bring the rain
The way Meth came to bring the pain
For your brain, hardcore, break the law
But just know I shatter niggas with they glass jaw
And so
Southpaw, je nе sais quoi, send his head to your boss
From me to yours, I bеat him ’til his face look like pork
I walked off pettin’ my mini York
Jumped in a Burban, two hoes from Burbank sippin’ bourbon
Bust a U and do the whirlwind, niggas heard the tires spin off, smell the burn in the wind
Persian rims sound like violins, misguided by sins at the drive-in
She sucked me and kept the hymen, she a 40-year-old virgin
I has to ask her was it worth it, all these years
She said look at all these hoes hoein’ all these years
Had me froze for a minute so composed in her image
I’m soaked in her spit, she a blowfish
Old hoe from Hollis, half-Pocahontas
Her son in college, she know how to raise a scholar
She fucked with a winner, that’s my sugar mama
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