Donks (S.B. Dunks)

[Verse 1] Look here SB donks, five-seven-five jeans Five thousand dollars on my fuckin wallet chain I be wildin maine, I'mma island man There ain't nothin' else by me mane I tell em float on and go on to the ozone Im so gone, my blunt like a pole long I prolong, and hold on To it like a trombone, I'm so blown And um, I got that cock back, I don't need that thumb bone So come on, you get the one with the drum on, it That's that one that goes dit, dit dit dit dit dit dit dit I'm so terrific when I spit, put my foot up in your ass Now I'm kickin in your shit Now I'm pitchin at your bitch And she catch it with her lip, naw she catch it wit her mouth And since im the president, she tried to catch it on her blouse I tell her whoa, easy baby I'm king cake, so she eat the baby Wait, shit gets way more crazier We flipped the bitch like she was in the gymnasium I ain't fuckin with them bitches with that stadium Thats no dome, bitch go home... b bi bitch, bitch go home [Verse 2] Bitch I spent a hundred winters on my snow cone Lil nigga walking like he get his bowl on Boss man, pimp stroll, pimp stroll I can let my money go when the wind blow Bet it come right back like a rental And bet them bitches understand me like 10-4 Niggas is simple, like instrumentals I bet you bitches understand me like info Get your top chopped, and get trimmed low Sumn like my Benzo Riding with my friends hoes No I mean my hoes friends Fucking all my hoes friends Takin all my hoes ends, that what make the globe spin I tell these young niggas; pimp or die Dont get that Benz, if they dont split them i's Dig them thighs, thin them ties And if you reach at I I don't preach I speech and give you beef wit them fries Come to the beach and find I live where all the little seagulls fly See, baby I'm so high All I need you to do is just shut up and ride Bitch bitch shut up and ride [Verse 3] Look, and me and Mac was just two niggas from the same hood Fell from the same tree, cut from the same wool I'm just the lion and he the young bull Not Sammy the bull That pistol on my hip then I got a hammy to pull I had a Lammy in school, I think it was diablo red I'm T.I. red, I'm t.i.red, you d.i.ed because of what you said Chea, I'm as sharp as an image And I keep it bumpin like a motherfuckin blemish Two twins drink me up like Guinness When I'm finished I say "Brilliant!" When I'm finished they say "Weezy you killed it" I hop on your shit and they say "Weezy you healed it" So fly, got wings tattooed on me, the gun glued on me But I pop you in your stomach, now I got ya yesterdays food on me Now that was real rude, homie And I smell like a weed plant Young Money motherfucker, where cheese at