uhhh - Zack Fox, P. Morris

You made that?

Yeah

somethin' bad my DJ

Brr, yeah

Back again

somethin' bad my

Hoe, sit down, I got cash I need to calculate

Soon as I walk up in this bitch, the opps evacuate

Choppin' up them blades, brought the choppas to a dinner date

Ridin' 'round hot, drop the top, I need to ventilate

Bitch ring the bell, beat a nigga like I’m Triple H

Whip red as hell, bitch I’m bleeding down the interstate

All my niggas hungry, bitch you lucky you ain’t getting ate

Way I hate these niggas you figure that I invented hate

Goddamn, all of my bitches speak different languages

Goddamn, if this shit don’t shak then bitch I’m takin' shit

Boy I got so many sticks I let enmies take a pic

Pussy nigga mad I told him,

«Eat a bag of baby dicks»

Uh

Y’all niggas not it

Uh

All my niggas pop shit