I got the bitch

I got the whip

I guess I said that once again

No I can not count all my sins

But baby girl you got more than his

Pour that Tris

If you my bitch then you really ride for me with the stick

Yuh

Baby give you that dinosaur dick when I pull up in the whip better know who it is

Yeah dick in the gun so it just right at your lip

Shells bust your flesh and rip

That Pussy had RUSSIAN GRIP

Think it must be it

So I think that I was sick

Cause I’m pouring up Actavis

My cough too loud

My weed in pounds

The car impounds

So we while out

Woah you really kissed that thot thot

Ooh now she be in my drop top

Damn better back up when that mop pop

Back pack serving that soft rock

Yuh was banging that South side now I’m slinging that cross iron wait

Huh yuh

Eating good hibachi and Mai Tai’s see I knew it was my time babe

Damn she hit me up on my phone for a good time said she wanna ride my pipeline

Met her in the Deli at night time said you wanna be my life line

No babe I don’t even like wine Sippin codiene and the sprite lime

Yea Pussy boy wanted to fight crime I had a scope with a sight on

I had the fulcrum a python poppin a Roxy bet that I’m gone

Taking and addie continue to fight on

And it’s your bitch that I got my eyes

I TOLD TO THE MONEY

Talk to me while I light up

Told my manager to give me a line of

Talkin that cross fade talkin that white off

Open the fridge and I polish a pint off

Gat hit your molecules turn you to IONS

I’m getting stoned O.R.E. Iron

Never had a shoulder to cry on

So I got so many clothes that I’m buyin

Mama told me never sellout

I got the soul of a Lion I had the goal at my high end

Bitch call me your highness or I got my goons on go bouta slide it

YEEE

I got the bitch

I got the whip

I guess I said that once again

No I can not count all my sins

But baby girl you got more than his

Pour that Tris

If you my bitch then you really ride for me with the stick

Yuh

Baby give you that dinosaur dick when I pull up in the whip better know who it is

Yeah dick in the gun so it just right at your lip

Shells bust your flesh and rip

That Pussy had RUSSIAN GRIP

Think it must be it

So I think that I was sick

Cause I’m pouring up Actavis

My cough too loud

My weed in pounds

The car impounds

So we while out

The lean ran out cause we gon drown

I leave you now she know what we about