Nutsack

[Intro]

Let's play

Let's play

Okay

Yeah, huh

[Verse 1]

Yeah, playin' with my nutsack

Scratchin' on this crack where I had to hide my Glock at

Cops tryna catch me, I might pop that

Fuck 'em, tryna catch 'em down bad, where them opps at?

Nigga tryna catch me slippin', nigga I'm gon' empty

Got that Glock on me, you know that bitch there hold 'bout fifty

Pull up on these niggas, yeah that bullshit, know I'm with it

And I love these freaky hoes, slimeball he love these bitches

Where them nat nat nat nats, give me neck neck

I just wanna hit you front the back and slap that

I just want some head lil mama, might give you some bread

Later on I'm gone, bitch don't call my phone, uh huh

Mister slimeball the boss like Corleone, uh huh

I get a nigga shot, get a nigga gone, uh huh

All about that money, all of my niggas 'bout they skrilla

Catch a nigga down bad, ooh young nigga gon' and kill 'em

We don't play with nobody, everybody 'bout catching a body

Bodies on bodies, nigga we'll kill everybody

All these niggas talkin' 'bout it, they ain't 'bout it

Feel like Master P, but I really want big bank nigga

Pull up on these lame ass niggas in that tank nigga

Got your bitch on my dick, yeah she faint nigga

When she see the slimeball, bitch it's boss

You know these hoes love to lick my balls

[Interlude]

Hahaha, hahaha, yeah

Scratchin' on my nutsack

Yeah bitch

(tell 'em slime) okay

Okay

[Verse 2]

Soon I came in, I had my motherfuckin' mask on

Nigga tried to move, fuck that shit, he got blast on

Told that pussy nigga he better not fuckin' move

First nigga move I'ma give his ass the blues

Twelve lookin' for me, slimeball didn't leave no clues

Yellow tape, closed case, make his mama faint

Murder rate raised up, bitch, I'm from EA

You know how I play, rob a AK47 EA

Shoot a motherfucker in his face, ooh that's a cold case

I don't really play with these niggas, I just spray at these niggas

I be ridin' through these streets with a K with me, nigga

Ain't nobody fuckin' safe, nigga

Run up in your house, empty the safe, nigga

[Interlude]

(What else, slime?)

Hahaha, I don't know

[Verse 3]

Back in the kitchen, yeah we countin' up this skrilla

Rippin' up this cocaine, me and all my niggas

All these motherfuckin' convicted felons, we flexin' on these niggas

Why they flexin', why they motherfuckin' stressin'

All this goddamn money, I swear to god god gave me a blessing

I be flexing on these niggas, no fraud

I be fucking all these bitches, more broads

You ain't gettin' no money nigga, you a fraud, huh

[Outro]

What else, what else ho, what else

I don't what else

Fuck it, fuck it let's do it

(Bermuda shit, get you killed out in the street)

Ok, yeah, I like that

Bermuda shit nigga, get you killed out here in these streets, bitch

That's on gang bitch

Yeah nigga, yeah, huh

Itchy nutsack

What the fuck happened to the rest of it? That was it?