[Intro]
Taurus
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up (Wheezy Outta Here)
Fuck all of y'all (Yeah)
I fuck it overly
[Chorus]
If I did too much this time fuck it, I did enough (Woah)
I can tell all that fake shit you talkin' really ain't love (No, it's really ain't love)
I can tell them niggas you was with, they already touched (Man, they already touched)
Hit her off that perky-erky, and it already bust (Yeah, it already bust)
Don't be questioning my gang, bitch, I'm really a blood (Yeah, yeah)
Don't be questioning my gang, bitch, I'm really- (Blatt)
[Verse]
Fuck you better when I'm drunk, Casa better than some rum (Let's go)
Hit it from the back, thеn I'm rubbin' on your rump, yeah (Huh?)
Movin' way too much, I might just gotta-, uh, throw up
Hurling on thе web becausе a young nigga sickley
It's a lot of niggas in the room, but she gon' pick me
I be ballin' so hard, like I'm Wrigley
Yeah, like I'm Wrigley (So hard)
Drop girl give me 50 (So hard)
Let me take the risk, please
Got a Richard on my wrist, please
Richard on my wrist, but my nickname ain't Dick, yeah
Shoot it 'til it click, choppa came with a dick, yeah
She must do gymnastics, just the way that she flip, yeah
She was 'sposed to slime me out, I'm slimy as it get, yeah (Yeah)
Suck my dick, wipe your nose, at the same time (What?)
Thumbs down, three fingers, that's a gang sign (Blatt)
Throw it back when my boy from jail on Facetime (Yeah)
I like hood bitches, I don't like fake dimes (Nah)
She like forty-orty's, she don't do no Lil nines (Forty-orty's)
I like FN's, shark tooth, K9
Fuck ten different bitches, you fuck one bitch um ten times (What?)
Fuck your momma, Jody, bitch, I feel like Ving Rhames (Yeah)
I know I'm only 5'4, but I'm big Slatt (Shh)
I don't say I keep that coolin', say I big back
I stay with that munyun, this that rich rap (Munyun)
Nigga said he dissed me, I ain't get that (Uh-huh, yeah)
[Chorus]
If I did too much this time fuck it, I did enough (Did enough)
I can tell all that fake shit you talkin' really ain't love (Woah)
I can tell them niggas you was with, they already touched (They already touched, damn)
Hit her off that perky-erky, and it already bust
Don't be questioning my gang, bitch, I'm really a blood
Don't be questioning my gang, bitch, I'm really- (Blatt)
Yeah
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