Haw Thorne

(It's a Wayne beat) Shit, alright What up, Wayne Ghetto Boyz shit, you already know what the fuck goin' on (Southside shit) Just pulled to Somerset and valet parked a quarter million Walked in the Louis store and alright, alright Just pulled to Somerset and valet parked a quarter million Walked in the Louis store, I just spent a quarter chicken What you want, a leg, quarter, or a biscuit Just got a pint, meet me at the headquarters, let's get filthy Today, I got a bunch of shit to do, let's get busy Just sucked a pregnant bitch titties, let's get milky Bought another Gucci shirt, it was six-fifty Then walked to Somerset and bought a bunch of shit with six gifties She let me swipe every card, let's get nifty Pour a nine of red in a Mountain Dew, let's get pissy No bullshit, my favorite gun is a 308 I just fucked three rap bitches, now my peehole stank That nigga tried to R-U-N and left DOA Cut into a bald-head bitch like, "Let me see your fade" I just got a glass pint of red, you can keep your drank Told bae, "Fuck a stash, let me see your waist" Withdrawals, I ain't drunk Henn' in like three whole days I learned how to stack my chips like Frito Lays Shit ain't all good or all bad, but I'll be okay Bitch tryna leave, hit her with the Starlito face Told Gary I want my new chain to weigh a kilo weight I've been tourin' the world makin' bands, I think we need more states Took another pint from a nigga, I Deebo drank On the East sellin' hard, where Eastside Lito stay Bitch took her shoes off, socks smell like Frito Lays Damn, I shot the house up bad, they gotta relocate Who got some Hi-Tech? I'm lookin' for the blood, it's a mosquito day Bitch asked where she pullin' up to, I sent three locations I stole an opp Hellcat, this a repo day Last show I had, a nigga got killed in there, but we okay Number one displayer, I don't care what Weezbo say One day, I seen a nigga lose his life over three OJs I know they call it shit talkin', but we don't stank Bro, what the fuck you smokin'? The weed don't stank Only words I say to my bitch is, "Please, more drank" Take my shoes off at any bitch house, my feet don't stank You only poured an ounce in that pop, nigga, we poured eight I got a dingy bitch, she'll listen to anything huh I got a dingy bitch, she'll listen to anything Miss Cleo say Decidin' on if I wanna buy that 'Dweller, give me three more days Off-White with the clan with me, need three more K's Asked her what she wanna drink, she said, "Anything, is skeet okay?" Let me hit my cup I could have herpes, bet this dumb bitch still wanna hit the blunt AA-12 with the scope, this a different pump He wan' fight back, fuck some rock and roll, this a different punk Bought a bitch a purse for three racks, am I a trick or what But I'ma fuck her, then take it back, I tricked her butt I ain't even put my nose by her pussy, you licked her butt I had to drop the bitch off, you picked her up I ain't tryna serve no crackheads, I'm tryna sell a whole brick at once I can't lie to lil' bro, I think this that one Put a bump stock on the Glock, I tap the trigger once Pourin' thick liquid up, boy, you still pourin' liquor up Seven grams in a Backwood, you roll Swishers up Okay, you quick to roll dice, we roll pistols up Stone cold with the cut, I could cut a pair of scissors up Bought a drum for my Glock 9, it hold fifty-one Gave Lil E the four-five, you seen a midget bust? I'm finna take a green bar, this the bigger bus Dum & Dumber 3, I know they sick of us I just popped a blue inbox, now I'm itchin' and stuff Can't go nowhere— alright We can't go nowhere— huh, ah We can't go nowhere, random people try to take pictures of us Lookin' at me and Mike old flicks, that's the little us Damn, my blunt fatter than the bitch, she got a little butt Would you believe me if I told you me and Mike ran five-fifty up Pour a cup of Hi-Tech and roll Riddles up Just crashed the Rolls truck, you ain't never even been in one McLaren fast as fuck, in the front is a little trunk Bitch pulled up with double-Ds and got titty-fucked When we dropped Dumb and Dumb3r, fucked the city up Right now I'm boolin' with the Bloods, fuck the bity up Drunk two pints of eighteen, we poured a fifty up, nigga