(Swear to god..
What-what the— what the fuck?
Dexter!
Uh...uh...uh..uh...uh Dexter! Dexter!
Just look in the sky and think I’m a star..)
Just look in the sky and wish I’m a star
I fuck that bitch off a bar
She wanna hop in my car
She give me top in the car
Wait
I might just break out her back
Never lackin, ridin around with a MAC
I see your asses is dat
What was that shit you was sayin on the internet?
Know you ain’t tuff, huh, pussy nigga you a bluff, huh
Boy wassup?
Draco, nigga, make your ass turn up
To launch me I fuck a little bitch you feel me
You run up on me yeah you feel it
That pack on me then we gon' sell it
I got the Glock in the ziplock
I’m sippin lean till my heart stop
That pack on me now with a mailbox
The shell so hot that I’m hell hot
Oo hot like the devil
I push Chanel like a shovel
30 on me it don’t let up
What? Oo
That boy got the hiccups
But we got the set up, can’t trust a bitch, boy here not to setup
Oo don’t let up
Free all my homies tell them boys don’t let up
Choppa with the beam on it
I make a bitch wanna sing on it
She fuckin [?] on me
She leaving 'cause you be funny (Wow ohmangoddman)
Huh Oo bye bye
You run up on me boy I swear you will die
30 on me turn that nigga to a fry
Just chop on the block boy I swear I can’t lie
Mike on the beat so I killed it
I got them bullets you know you will feel it
Oo honey I’m itchin
Perc10 got my whole body itchin
Oo wait a minute huh my heart be beatin huh
Oo wait a minute I swear who I’m seeing
Yeah peek-a-boo, bitch like duck duck goose
My 30 on me and I shoot at you
You could be a duck stuffed too (for real)
And it ain’t funny, my diamond my teeth yeah it jump like a bunny
Got too many lil bitches, yeah I swear they be on me
Oo oo gone in the morning
Huh yeah Fuck her
Fuck her friend too, bust her
Bust it down too love em
On little bitch Oo no sir
I fuck her one time and she go, sir
Out the back door yeah I curse her
Huh scratchin my schedule
I don’t even, won’t even text her
Back to the schedule I keep a gun heavy metal
This boy not on my level, Oo he worship the devil
Yeah Bitch you a hoe, run up on me yeah I swear you can’t show
I sippin lean down my throat
I’m sippin lean oh go
Yeah huh Gone, bitch
(And it freestyled by the way too, all this shit off the top, you know what I’m saying, you know, all this shit, you know what I’m saying, I’m high as hell in this bitch, yessir. You know who with me, you know what I’m saying, my fucking little brother Splurge...)
Just look in the sky and wish I’m a star
I fuck that bitch off a bar
She wanna hop in my car
She give me top in the car
Wait
I might just break out her back
Never lackin, ridin around with a MAC
I see your asses is dat
What was that shit you was sayin on the internet?
(Huh bitch ass nigga all that shit you was talking on the intern—what’s up? You ain’t tuff now huh? Yeah I know. Shut up, bitch ass nigga. Pass me some gas...)
