Fig Newtons

Ok Spider-Man coupe, creepy crawly in seats MJ ridin' with me droppin' spit up on my meat Goose in her system got her knees feelin' weak Wake up in the morning Maybelline is on the sheets Aye, we was goin' up I thought you knew this from the start Said I was a lame I never took that shit to heart, aye Throw me up on stage I get it rippin' like a fart, aye Re-up on my bag and put some groceries in my cart, aye Say they buss down, I'm like "brodie where your buss at?" You was late for work cause you forgot to bring your bus pass Times been tough we just goin' through a rough patch No excuses bro you know I gotta buss back Got a big rock on me lookin' like a Fig Newton I was beatin' on her buns till her coochie started pootin' Got a middle finger up to people hatin' what I'm doin' Bitch I'm grabbin' on my nuts until they silence the disputin' Ok, top 5, dead/alive, you ain't gotta front Big whips outside shorty hoppin' in the front I'm a goon, I'm a goblin, I got a bitch poppin' It's 12:25, I need a band in the stocking Who the white boy with the cash lil' bitch? Still standing when it's over, last laugh lil' bitch Showin' ass on the Gram, I'm way past lil' bitch If you ain't fuckin' first then you last lil' bitch I am not your brodie not your cousin Bitch I'm goin' dime a dozen To the diamonds and some millions I ain't no regular civilian Got a big rock on me lookin' like a Fig Newton I was beatin' on her buns till her coochie started pootin' Got a middle finger up to people hatin' what I'm doin' Bitch I'm grabbin' on my nuts until they silence the disputin'