Huhh

(Ooh, SAV killed it)

Bitch

Five-piece lamb chop dinner with the zip sauce

Bro bought a .50 cal rifle, don't get picked off

My bitch on her period, finna fuck her lips off

Dawg bought a pint but it was hit, he got ripped off

Ayy, now I'm pissed off

Sold three hundred grams of some pup, now I'm a big dog

Rio droppin' tapes every month, all shit talk

Pre-game gettin' my dick sucked before the kickoff

Kick a **** in his face in some Prestos

Got my bitch fucking with the girl like she a lesbo'

Stomp a **** out then hit him with a elbow

Then have Mike kicks his ribs in, in some shell toes

Shoot yo' son in the head, might go to hell for it

But now you got a baby ghost, ain't talkin Trael, though

Drive the bow's from Cali', what the fuck I need the mail for?

Don't come around me, you ain't talkin' pape', you **** smell broke

Ayy Rio, we superstars

Finna drop Dum and Dumber Too, this bitch super hard

Engine in the back, lil' **** this a supercar

Bring me ten bands and we can race, this bitch supercharged

Ayy I got a point-two of hard

Finna give it to my auntie for a newer car

Yeah that's bro bitch but I fucked her, she was choosin' hard

Rio dropped thirty on a ****, he a shootin' star

Twenty shots from the backseat, I don't shoot up cars

Hit him in his head, now I'm jumpin' out a moving car

You won't even kill a **** sober, you need two whole bars

Did a song with Mike and dropped a six, I need two more bars

I mean I need two more lines

Hit him in his stomach, he survived, shot him two more times

You **** cheaper than some Hanes boxers

Drop thirty shots and hit the crowd, I missed the main target

****, fuck yo' main artist

Me and Rio surfin' on these ****, we the wave starters

Dropped a Honda Civic in the pot, pulled a Wraith out it

Never knew I could talk my shit and make pape' out it

I dropped some flour in the pot and pulled a cake out it

I just did some janky shit and made eight thousand

I could spend a thousand every day, ain't no pape' problems

Dropped seven songs playin' around and made a tape out it

Ri', that's very understanding

40 with a beam, line you up like Glasshouse Danny

Slapped fifty in the Galil, took the back off Sandy

Got a name for each and every one, these straps like family

You **** sweeter than a bag of candy

Had to put my hands on my bitch 'cause she was acting friendly

Charged Amanda eighty 'cause she loyal, but I'm taxin' Tammy

Made her ass give me one-fifty for a half a grammy