Yo, bro.
What's up?
I think I had too much Hennessy, man.
I'm fucking with that effing.
Miss Hennessy, get into me.
I ain't gonna lie, I'm a little smacked.
Who that?
They with us?
I'm a little trans.
Let him man.
Let him man.
But we in the club, man.
Ooh.
I let my young niggas drill like power tools.
Power on every week.
I make power moves.
So what?
I come through with all kind of juice.
Big case come to court with all kind of Jews.
Got your bitch telling me to go slow.
She bouncing on a stick like a pogo.
She went below the belt.
That's a low blow.
Then tried to take a selfie.
That's a no-no.
Niggas be hatin' on the low, though.
I see him.
See me in that coupe or that photo.
You say you the plug with a dogo.
We throw that at them hoes in the go-go.
You cool with my ops?
We ain't cool, bitch.
You got to watch how you do shit.
That's just not how real niggas do shit.
These haters on my body, shake them more.
Yeah, they hate, but they broke them.
And when it's time to pop, they have no soul.
Yeah, I'm pretty, but I'm local.
The loud got me moving slow-mo.
Hey, yo, Tweety, where the hoes, bro?
Hey, yo, Keys, where the hoes, though?
That other nigga, he a bozo.
It's a mayor, you don't know.
We got liquor by the boatload.
Disrespect of life, that's a no-no.
All my niggas dressed in that Rojo.
I ride for my guys, that's the bro code.
Baby gave me head, that's a low blow.
Damn, she make me weak when she deep though.
I need a rich bitch, not a cheap hoe.
Baby on that hate shit, I peep though.
My brother told me, fuck him, get that money, sis.
You just keep on running on your hungry shit.
Ignore the hate, ignore the fake, ignore the funny shit.
Cause if a nigga violent, we got a honey clutch.
And we go zero to a hundred quid We just them niggas you ain't fuckin' with
Pockets on the chubby chick And still go back and thotty in some bummy shit
Yo, Eli, why they touching me?
Like, I don't always keep that hammer next to me.
Like, I don't keep that.
Like I ain't got a header to the left of me.
Like we ain't in these streets more than Sesame.
If that's your chick, then why she texting me?
Why she keep calling my phone speaking sexually?
Every time I'm out, why she stressing me?
You call a Stephanie?
I call a Heffany.
I don't open doors for a hoe.
I just want the neck, nothing more.
Shorty make it clap, make it applaud.
When you tired of your man, give me a call.
Dyke bitches talking out they jaws.
Next minute calling for the Lord.
This nine and a half, I'm calling for the Lord.
They ain't gettin' shmoney, so they bored I could never lose, what you thought?
And they got it all out, man, of course They say I got the juice, I got the sauce These haters on my body, shake em more Pussy, I'm a bully and a boss I'm killin' em, sorry for your loss
I just called her body Randy Morris.
Now this year I'm really going north.
I'm going north.
Ooh.
Ooh.
These haters on my body, shake them more.
OOF OOF
Ah, these haters on my body, shake them more.
These haters on my body, shake them more
I can never lose.
What you thought?
What they thought?
I can never lose, what you thought?
This is Henny, you got me?
Hey, you got me sauced.
And Cindy, you got me, ooh, you got me sourced.
I can never lose.
What you thought?
And they got it all out, man, of course.
Oh!
