Pop X

Mrs. Jenifer Mack, peux-tu prendre un message, please?

This is Trina, see, I'm Mack

I want him to come fuck my brains out

Okay, what was your name again? Trina

Trina? I can’t, can you use another word, than, that word?

I can't, I can't cut them off in space, just send it through

I’ll hang out and hustle till my pockets on tight

Can't wait to hit the club at the end of the night

I got this badass groupie I can fuck on sight

But it take a few exes to be picked to get her right

The ho blow dick like a pro when she buzzin'

And the last thing I heard

She was dykin' with her cousin

But I must be true for the bitch trеat me like a man

She put my lеft nut in her mouth

And she's the right one in her hand

Massagin', talkin' about menage a troisin'

Fuckin’ all night, me, her, and the girl risin’

Hold up, bitch, get the fuck up, cut the lights on

She said, I've never seen a gangster with so much ice on

Bitch, I’m a high-tech thug smokin' high-tech drugs

Now get this lovely and rub this dick on your mug

Squeeze it, don't tease it, I got somethin' for you to taste

So jack me off and lick it till I nut in your face, bitch

Roll up a fat one and pop X

Heavy on my two way, the hash tax

Whatever you need, I got it, it’s on deck

You fucking with some vets

The hustle, it's high tech, with some high tech thugs

Smoking high tech drugs, when you in the club

Niggas throw your hands up

Cause we don't give a, we don't give a, we don't give a fuck

High tech thugs, smoking high tech drugs

VIP like a star, we don't go to the bar for no liquor, hold that blunt

I don't smoke nothing but y'all niggas

Just shit niggas used to hang out and ball with us

When they see a block of chickens in their yard with us

With a little stank looking like Tyra Banks

Ain't no limit to y'all niggas like y'all ride with tanks

Wanna ice the broad out and pay the whole rent

I wouldn't give a damn if you slept in a tent

I wouldn't give that slut a single red cent

No, no, I wanna hit for free for no dough

That's your hoe

You deal with that

I'ma keep it real with that dog the broad

Check me out, I'm blowin' bomb in the Bentley

On great big doves, it's so fly

That the bitches even holla at the scrub

I'm a cold nigga on these hoes in the rag rolls

Pimp nigga, only pump my brick for bad hoes

9.9 hoes, brick-scale dime hoes

Fine, but the sucker football through a line hole

Nasty bitches, them the types I like

But the straighter the dice, long as you don't bite

Swallow it, you little cute model bitch

Try to hit me for a lick, but dawg

You get his dick in your mouth

In the mouth, throwin' up the set

I'll leave you feelin' with your pussy wet

B.X. BX

Roll up a fat one and pop X

Heavy on my two way, the hash tax

Whatever you need, I got it, it's on deck

You fucking with some vets

The hustle, it's high tech, with some high tech thugs

Smoking high tech drugs, when you in the club

Niggas throw your hands up

Cause we don't give a, we don't give a, we don't give a fuck

High tech thugs, smoking high tech drugs

I like my balls like sports cars, fast and exotic

They know when we kick it, sex is the topic

It's all about blasting, fuck that old-fashioned shit

Never leave a nigga mashing out after I hit

I got my game locked tight, go ahead and check

I got a main bitch and keep at least two of it, it's on deck

I come correct, let them know what they up against

And as soon as they see the chain

They know what they fucking with

I be hard on them hoes though

Never letting up

Spit some game in they ear

Make the pussy wet enough

I got them setting up to blow me

Cause they think that I'm rich

This hoe don't hoe like this, make me just

Stop callin' my house

At three o'clock in the goddamn morning

Stop droppin' by your first and last warning

Listen, you knew my fuckin'

Pedigree when you stepped to me

Threw the sex to me, threw it back with a stack of these

Deep throat, that's all she wrote

Roll some dope, a nigga needs somethin' to smoke

Never promoted that, I was ever here lookin' for love

Now that you know what you caught up in the heat of the moment

Used to be tight, we got a room fucked all night

Now you tryin' to lock me down, you know that shit ain't right

I'm free, ain't you, till I find the right team

See what I mean

Chase my goals while you bitches chasin' the dream

Lose your sting, losin' your cool, actin' a fool

At your age, bitch, not the size of your shoe

You was the one that I would call when there was nothin' to do

So kick ass, crazy bitch

Ain't fuckin' with you

Roll up a fat one and pop X

Heavy on my two way, the hash tax

Whatever you need, I got it, it's on deck

You fucking with some vets

The hustle, it's high tech, with some high tech thugs

Smoking high tech drugs, when you in the club

Niggas throw your hands up

Cause we don't give a, we don't give a, we don't give a fuck

High tech thugs, smoking high tech drugs

Roll up a fat one and pop X

Heavy on my two way, the hash tax

Whatever you need, I got it, it's on deck

You fucking with some vets

The hustle, it's high tech, with some high tech thugs

Smoking high tech drugs, when you in the club

Niggas throw your hands up

Cause we don't give a, we don't give a, we don't give a fuck

High tech thugs, smoking high tech drugs