1539 N. Calvert

One, one

Yeah

Yeah, she wanna sit on my lap

(You think you know me?) She wanna sit on my lap, yeah

She wanna sit on my lap (Da-damn, Peggy, what?)

(Ay)

Yeah, she wanna sit on my lap, yeah

I need all, I need all my bitches same color as Drake

If they not, then they gettin' rocked, put that Pyrex in the pot

I don't give a fuck if you out there in the 6, suck a dick

Pussy boy, you gettin' hit, with the (Woo)

And I'm really with the shits

So you not gon' take my hits

Break my heart while I break your bitch

Two black cards, let me cloak my wrist

Fuck a diss

Boy, I'm draggin' bodies like it's Metal Gear

I don't care 'bout your fuckin' status

Peggy, got no fear, yeah

Ooh, yeah, uh, ooh, yeah

Jugg and I come with them bands, ay

Gun do not come with no plan, ay

Keep a Kimber at the pad, ay

Crackers never get a pass, wait

Credit like my name was Chad, ay

Watch who you fuckin' tag, babe

Okay, get your demo out my face, shawty

Tryin'a give that dick to Kelly Conway, pull my case

Boy, I beat that shit like Lennon beat his bae, Young O'Shea

(Young Ice Cube on the map)

I need a bitch with long hair like Myke C-Town (Yeah)

You talkin' shit, I'm talkin' shit, you catch a beatdown (Yeah)

You know you never in the hood or in the streets now (Hey)

And still, I'm hearin' that you really want some beef now?

Bruh, take your tree out my backwood

Made the beat 'cause I'm that good

Got your girl on her hands, Johnny 5 with the cans

Fuck a blog, fuck a fan, hope my record get panned

Least I made you **** dance, fuck 12, ****, stamp