歌词
My mom was like, who was the black boy she was with
I said, those were my buddies
No, Kevin, those were drug dealers
All my bitches go to school or work
I just took a little piece of perk
I'm waiting on this motherfucker to work
Of course you know a **** sipping syrup
Smoke a whole lot of fuckin' herb
Grew up in the hood robbing **** from the burbs
Too much drink, I just hit a curb
****, I can't wait for the first
Before they call you, they call me first
Can hit a ATM or West V
And some money gon disper
My mom was like, who was the black boy she was with
I said, those were my buddies
No, Kevin, those were drug dealers
All my bitches go to school or work
I just took a little piece of perk
I'm waiting on this motherfucker to work
Of course you know a **** sipping syrup
Smoke a whole lot of fuckin' herb
Grew up in the hood robbing **** from the burbs
Too much drink, I just hit a curb
****, I can't wait for the first
Before they call you, they call me first
Can hit a ATM or West V
And some money gon disperse
Fuckin' all this bad shit, think I'm cursed
**** rap my life, it's rehearsed
Bae we goin' out, don't leave your purse
Watch **** go to jail cause of thirst
Tuesdays and Thursdays, watch yo back them bitches lurk
Knew she fucked a ****, it ain't hurt
Probably cause I'm back on the perks
**** do they one-two, and try to tax on the work
See it in em ask for they phone, ask do it work
I'm in a house full of j's, I tell my daughter I'm at work
Five hundred dollar Tee, but it got dog on the shirt
I got three numbers ****, you can call, and get work
You changed yo number, when i was locked I called yo phone, it ain't work
They really treat you like they bottom of they shoe you
Ain't got work
The **** said they take a three, I use the one, and got disturbed
I ever tell you about some shit, it's what I know, not what I heard
I pray five times a day, and every time, ask for a bird
Xanax, perk wit the lean, so yea it got a **** slurred
You, go tell on some shit, you one of them **** be like I heard
All this weight on my shoulders, I'ma get what I deserve
I just met her yesterday, we got a Eddie V, reserve
If you act like a hoe, bitch, you gon' get what you deserve
Bad bitch, she eat healthy, drink the shit with no preserves
He on the phone, hollering to the bitch, she getting on his nerves
Police behind me if it wasn't for the Xanax, I woulda swerved
Jam my dick all in the bitch, and blame it on the perks
Boy, you be fucking on some bums, yo bitch ain't even got a purse
No car, no diploma, bitch, don't even go to work
Get my hands on it, get some MB2, boy, it work
You **** still using Dorman, fucking up the work
I put it through the shifter, but I use the blender first
CB4, ass rappers, still rapping like they serve
Aint did shit at all, caught a case, but got the nerve
I don't wanna do no songs, **** getting on my nerves
My mom was like, who was the black boys you was with
I said, those were my buddies
No, Kevin, those were drug dealers
Written by: Steven Drake Edwards Jr
