Texty
Hit from the back like I'm ramming her
Step clean in this bitch like a janitor
Heat burning your face like I'm tanning ya
Smoke close to your throat when I'm blamming ya
Bitch, I'm the best in the biz like a 101
This heat knockin you back like a thunder gun
Your hoe made a crack like the thunder does
Big ol' long strap like a blunderbuss
Lil hoe step back, I don't wanna fuck
No, I don't want her, she not a ten
Only fuck with her to fuck a friend
Running these routes like again and again
Finna get rich buy a Porsche and a Benz
Swimming this bitch just like I grew some fins
Like Noah's Ark, got a bitch on both ends
Tryna get live, this how your life ends
Ay, yeah, he talking crazy, he hot like a fire
But when we see him, he spark like a lighter
Made that bitch sing like she been doing choir
Ay, she wanna give me a ring
But I wanna one night her
Left my kids on her lips
Now she gripping me tighter
Black and white hoes like refs
But they not striped like some tigers
I feel just like I'm Soulja, bitch, I'm finna crank
I fuck up on the ganja and I love up on the dank
Yo, bitch is gonna blow just like she is Osama
I'm never gonna slow down, bitch, I'm saying fuck the commas
Unless it's in the bank, cause I'm rich just like Obama
He was talking shit, his hoe gon' spit like she a llama
She a freak, she do splits on the dick like she Madonna
Yo, lil' hoe, she love me cause I do the shit you can't
Knock his soul out his body, now he flying like a plane
Stab you goody-two-shoes, bitch, like I'm hero killer stain
Tryna plot on me, bitch, but evil is my main
Played my cards right, now he Gon, it's not no game
Shadow kick him in the throat, bitch, it's like it's Johnny Cage
Hella hot, god of fire, bitch, like it's Liu Kang
Hit him in the head like he a target at the range
Bitch, this ice up on my neck like it's Johnny Dang
He was talking shit, finna hit him with the flame
He was talking shit
Written by: Triston Gabriel Garcia
