Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Big shit poppin'
Got your main bitch, she droppin' on the dick
Ask her, what that mouth do? She toppin'
Wit' my forty-ounce (Uh)
Got some shit that make the shorties bounce
Straight finesse up on these hoes, I need 'bout forty rounds
Double cup (Uh), two bitches on me, ****, double up (Double up)
Three shots of Henn', we goin' in, I gave 'em double nuts
Bishop Mack (Mack)
Blessin' hoes and breakin' bitches' backs (Damn)
I'm that **** wit' your bitch, not spendin' a rack
[Verse 2]
Never trickin' on a hoe (Hoe)
You should know
Hard dick got the pussy swole (Swole)
**** cold
Cooly Mack puttin' on a show (Uh)
I'm on a roll
Tell her like it is and how it go (Uh)
****, fold
Never half steppin' on the dough (No)
****, no
Heavy hustle, stickin' to the code (Code)
I'm on the go
With your bitch always on the dick (She suckin'), like a pro
Premo Rice, I'm givin' **** hell (Uh), on the low, better know
[Verse 3]
I'ma die with bitches on me, yeah
Better believe it (I'm the coldest muhfucka out)
You other **** get no cheeks, yeah
You can't achieve it (I'ma show you bitches what I'm all about)
You gets no bitchesss, yeah
I'm gonna fuck your bitch tonight (And no doubt)
I'm gonna show that hoe what this dick about to do tonight
(Break 'em)
[Verse 4]
Hmm
Cool, cool, cool
[Verse 5]
This shit here is pimpin', ho, why would I lie?
You gon' see a real **** when you look me in the eye (Eye)
Smellin' like a pound, 'cause I like to get high
Walk into my granny house, and she just stare me in the eyes (Eye)
"Boy, have you been smokin'?" and I say no and lie
Even though she smell the weed and see the red streaks in my eye (Eye)
People give opinions on why not to get high
But regardless what they say, I'ma be smokin' till I die
[Verse 6]
Main bitch in my phone (Phone)
But she gets no reply ('Ply)
'Cause she know I'm that **** (****)
Excuse me, I meant guy, shit
Two hoes in the whip (Whip)
And they say that they bi (Bi)
And this the hand I'm dealt, so it's only right I try (Shit)
Fuck takin' a slice (Slice)
'Cause I want the whole pie (Pie)
And my **** gon' eat (Eat)
And that there ain't no lie, shit
Y'all **** is trippin' (Trippin')
These hoes I ain't tippin' (Tippin')
Take her to the back (Back)
And yank out them extensions, shit
My game hella cold (Cold)
[Verse 7]
Cold up on these bitches (Shit)
Shoutout to A-Y-E (Ay)
If I forgot to mention, bitch
And I live by the code (Code)
And that's just how I'm kickin' it
And y'all **** is lame (Lame)
'Cause y'all **** run with the shit
And I'm just givin' game (Game)
But y'all **** ain't listenin'
I hop up on that plane (Uh)
And get straight to the Benjamins
I'm all up in your thang (Thang)
The pussy sweet as cinnamon
I'm not the one to blame (Blame)
For fuckin' all your women friends
(For fuckin' all your women friends)
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