We tryna make they moms sick when these poles start clappin'

Hit the bottle, get to suckin', hey, where hoes start yappin'?

I don't want no model, bitch, I only fuck ratchets

Baby said she wanna dike, but I hit the jack rabbit

Tryna make they moms sick when these poles start clappin'

Hit the bottle, get to suckin', hey, where hoes start yappin?

I don't want no model, bitch, I only fuck ratchets

Baby said she wanna dike, but I hit the jack rabbit

I'm broke, bitch, okay, we only fuckin' if yo' bag right

Suck a ****, got a potty mouth until we pass by

Brodie, you a bitch, on this planet in yo' last life

We'll really make a top shotta **** act right

Dashin' on they block, knock him off his tippy-toe

Ain't no peace around this corner, mayor and the hippies know

Can't tell 'em what I'm hearing, but I bet he feel me though

How you wifin' up a eater, ****? You a silly, Joe

We been playing with them yappies, come and get yo' car flipped

We gon' do it broad day and on some after dark shit

My killers on whatever, trippin', quick to park shit

When you thuggin' in these streets, you really make your heart stiff

Baby, I'm a bad doomer, opps know I don't give a fuck

I make this for the killers, don't go play this shit in the club

They knew it ain't no runnin', but before I made it run

On the gang, I had a B before you touched your first gun

Tryna make they moms sick when these poles start clappin'

Hit the bottle, get to suckin', hey, where hoes start yappin'?

I don't want no model, bitch, I only fuck ratchets

Baby said she wanna dike, but I hit the jack rabbit

Tryna make they moms sick when these poles start clappin'

Hit the bottle, get to suckin', hey, where hoes start yappin'?

I don't want no model, bitch, I only fuck ratchets

Baby said she wanna dike, but I hit the jack rabbit

Nah, nah, nah, nah

I ain't graduate from syrup, so I'm agitated, nah

Real jerk off, keen masturbation, nah

Put a bitch on the street before an allegation, nah

Thirty cents for each switch, get a confirmation, uh-uh

Real pop pistol, uh, right wrist up, blister, huh

Free my ****, De Santan, buy that ****, huh

Free my ****, BG Jam like a wrist in the jar when you reachin' for a pickle

I was tryna get him out that window

Tryna reverse the sentence, **** tweakin', I won't finish

All these bullets'll get me in Guinness, spendin' money on pendants and on piss

You ain't a pussy, ain't gon' give a pussy this

Pop, top, VPN loaded on the six drop

He ain't came up with us, fuck him, ****, photo crop

I was standin' front line, mostly I would drop

Chin up, ****, chest out, what these **** not?

We tryna make they moms sick when these poles start clappin'

Hit the bottle, get to suckin', hey, when hoes start yappin'?

I don't want no model, bitch, I only fuck ratchets

Baby said she wanna dike, but I hit the jack rabbit

Tryna make they moms sick when these poles start clappin'

Hit the bottle, get to suckin', hey, where hoes start yappin'?

I don't want no model, bitch, I only fuck ratchets

Baby said she wanna dike, but I hit the jack rabbit