Kirk Cousins

(Cassius Clay)

(Damn, Duke, this shit wavy)

Yeah

Las Vegas strip

Countin' up all this cash, I spent a bag on the Las Vegas strip

Ridin' 'round in this Lam', I just might crash on the Las Vegas strip

Two Glocks in the bag, I keep a mag on the Las Vegas strip

Bitch ain't got no dad, she sellin' ass on the Las Vegas strip

Hey, I just brought two sticks in the party, I might take a pic

Bubba Kush with Runtz, I'm smokin' Smarties, that's my medicine

Wearin' a shiesty mask like he get down, but he won't hit a lick

I call up lil' bro, he fight them dogs just like he Michael Vick

Get 'em gone, crack rocks in my traphouse just like '88

Let it dry, you can't rush the process, use a paper plate

Break the scale when you whip it up, just hope it make the weight

In the hood, plus I keep my pistol, it don't got the safe

Two knocks on that door, you know the passcode in Section 8

Real ****, five percent on Sunday in that collection plate

Made a half a ticket in Tallahassee just like Teddy Pain

Game day, palm this bitch like MJ, then I let it rain

Go, go, go, touchdown

Go, go, go, touchdown

Go, go, go, touchdown

Go, go, go, touchdown

We pull up with dirty birds, leanin' like promethazine

Traphouse, I got thirty birds, shit jump like a trampoline

I see you scratchin', say your neck be itchin', just can't fight the feelin'

I can fight my sleep, but it's for sure that I can't fight the kitchen

Finna go see the dentist, menace just like Dennis

Stiff a bitch like Emmitt, meet your maker if you skimmin'

I go with the cash flow, she go where that bag go

Pop shit with the bad bitches, I can't fuck no sad hoes

Revenge porn, fuck her friend, I can't fuck with mad hoes

No AC in my attic, I just use that shit to stash 'bows

Pussy loose, I ain't her first, I fingerfuck her asshole

Daddy issues, he wasn't there, he suckin' on that glass bowl

Go, go, go, touchdown

Go, go, go, touchdown

Go, go, go, touchdown

Go, go, ****, touchdown

Hoo, hoo, hoo

Yeah, I did

Yeah