What's happening, cuckold?
What's up, young bloodies?
Like it, like it With them butterfly dough Screams in the headrest Mink on the floor Like it, like it
Feet brawls and I laugh.
Everybody know we snuck in with the strap.
Hey friends, time to scrap trap.
Knots in my pockets, all the freaks wanna frap.
Here we go again.
It's on for my fellas, got the bitches on their knees.
Y'all know what it is.
Grinding like a motherfucker, blood, sweat, and tears.
Got them feelers on my feet, on my balls, on my dick.
It's made me wanna Frank Skeet.
Frank Skeet, like it.
I'm a ghetto superstar.
Ain't no shame in my game, bitch.
I play the game raw.
I play the game raw.
I got it hard, got it soft.
Got it soft.
Trying to get it in when the regards pulling it off.
Like, like.
Yeah, my face card cool.
It's a man like the dog.
See me creeping through the hood.
All access granted.
Back on my feet and player haters can't stand it.
Laugh now, cry later.
I represent the dog side, call me Dog Vader.
We'll be right back.
With them butterfly dough.
Springs in the headrest.
Mink on the floor.
Feet brawls and I laugh, laugh.
Everybody know we snuck in with the scrap, scrap.
Hey, hey, fresh out the trap, trap.
Knocks in my pockets, all the freaks wanna frap.
Oh, yeah.
Here we go again.
It's home for the fellas, got the bitches on their knees.
I be poppin' rubber bands, rubber bands, yo, I lick it in the brand new sedan, new sedan.
Still drippin' my paint, still smokin' my dank, still sippin' no drank.
Yeah, I come up out the gutter where we ride B-Wings on some little pretty rubber like And where I be, I feel the cater, gotta watch out for the faker song, love your song, hate your song
And yeah, I give a bitch the break, but put some real pimpin' on her and some now and later gators on some gators.
I make a bitch bring me the paper.
If that hoe decide to go on, I don't taste him.
I replace him.
I replace him.
And yeah, my nigga, we be thuggin', throwin' up our hood and everything.
You niggas gotta love it.
I got enough to go around.
I get one at a time, but just in case it goes down.
Like with them butterfly dough.
Swings in the headrest, mink on the floor.
Feet, brawls, and I laugh, laugh.
Everybody know we snuck in with the strap.
Hey, brits, I'm the trap.
Not in my pockets.
All the freaks want to frat.
Here we go again.
So I'ma put my fellas back the bitches on their knees.
I just stepped in to throw the fuck up the game.
Every bit of hangin' off my body, man But don't get it twisted, cause I'm a gangster I kick you on the spot when your mama forgot to spank you Better check out of Houston by who I am I'm an asshole by nature, homie, I don't give a damn Trade the truth, trade the one that get it on Trade the one that come swingin' on inches of chrome
And like that, I bring a hater head.
Then I go inside the truck and ask him where them haters at.
Anybody who want to shoot for the side, if you don't want to get embarrassed, don't step in front of that driver.
If Angel couldn't hit me up to set it off, I'ma take him on the offer and come represent the soul.
I advise them haters get up off my dick and recognize my team of the screwed up.
Like dick, like dick.
Outro Music
Why they let us going up and let us going down.
