Bro

What up

Where are you

F**k you at

You sound 'bout it as f**k

I'm 'bout to go home, I'm tryna, tryna go to you, can I

I ain't even at the house right now

So when are you gonna be at your house

In a minute

Okay, I'm just going to go home, I guess

I just want the blue cheese and a thousand islands

B**h, you want me to punch you, b**h you wildin' wildin

Might not wanna come over here, 'cause b**h it's crowded crowded

Unless you master p and b**h you 'bout it 'bout it

Shorty ass a s**r, that's a talent talent

King size beds was a palett palett

Even in kinder garden, I wasn't tattletalin

I ain't generous, I'm not ellen ellen

Life is sweet, n**a love watermelon

I got green and I'll put it on yo melon

Bad ass lil n**a on the corner sellin

Young n**a hungry, got that mournin' belly

N**a gettin' money no matter what you selling

Tell 'em you a pit, get some dog repellent

Shorty got some time from an informant telling

Baby bro like give it to me, n**a I'ma sell it

Baby bro gotta take it over and be smarter with it

And I'm smoking on that musty call me arm pit, man

I be lettin' my chain and wrist talk to a bunch of bitches

You can get ya gyro'd, n**a, no tzatziki

At your head, no medusa-dusa

You know I be with gorillas, n**a ucka-ucka

Even when I'm by myself, I'm a noodle knocker

Pulled up, shittin' on 'em, n**a dooka-dooka

I know I ain't gotta do it, but I'm a pistol toter

Just in case the opps see me and be like there go sosa

Got a warrant, the cops saw me, like let's go, sosa

What the f**k you was just doing up in mexico sosa

Shorty said when the last time you been in chicago sosa

She like when the f**k you gon' stop smoking that petrol sosa

She like you smoking gas but first was that red stuff sosa

She like you riding foreigns but first it was the metro sosa

You drunk? ayy ayy ayy ayy

I do

Bang, huh