[Intro] (Eat 'em up, eat 'em up, eat 'em up, eat 'em up, eat 'em up, eat 'em up) Haha I told you, I only make stoner music Gangster music, killer music Fuck your ho music, take your ho music (COUPE) Yeah
[Chorus] She say boss up, so I drop the top on that bitch (Roll up) She wasn't fuckin' with me when I ain't have shit, but she want this (Yeah) All this money that I'm gettin', I ain't givin' shit (Yeah) I be in the trap spot countin' up, tryna add it (Yeah) Fuck a ho on a blow-up bed, you know that ho is nasty (Yeah) Bitch, I live a savage life, and bitch, I'm livin' lavish (Yeah) I'm a hot boy and my pockets full of salad Mixed it with that rap money, turned that shit to blue cheese (Yeah)
[Verse 1] Nigga mention my name, know that boy is Swiss cheese (Bah-bah) Bitch say I paid for it, you sound crazy, bitch, please Gave that ho a double cup and told her pop this double G Throw back me an Adderall and then I fuck that ho to sleep Wake that bitch up on a Perky Put it in her mouth, her jaw keep workin' Pop that pussy, baby girl, keep twerkin' Fuck you so good, I swear I won't hurt it Tighten that pussy, make it feel like a virgin Grind on this dick, baby girl, keep workin' Ride on that pony, baby, hop up on it Bounce on this dick, baby, act like you want it Fuck a lotta hoes, you not the only Sleep by my lonely, baby, they didn't want me Say that I fucked, that I fucked all her homies Let in my bed nothin' but bad bitches only Fuck on a thot, suck me up, I don't want her Pass her to the gang, my dawg might want her I'ma keep this shit one hundred, yeah, y'all niggas not one hundred, yeah
[Chorus] She say boss up, so I drop the top on that bitch (Yeah) She wasn't fuckin' with me when I ain't have shit, but she want this (Yeah) All this money that I'm gettin', I ain't givin' shit (Bitch) I be in the trap spot countin' up, tryna add it (Add it) Fuck a ho on a blow-up bed, you know that ho is nasty (Yeah) Bitch, I live a savage life, and bitch, I'm livin' lavish (Yeah) I'm a hot boy and my pockets full of salad Mixed it with that rap money, turned that shit to blue cheese
[Verse 2] Nigga wanna kill 'bout a bitch (Yes, sir) Nah, nigga, I don't want her, yeah And I'm real 'bout this shit, nigga Nah, nigga, I ain't Gunna, yeah (Nah) I got lot of bitches 'round my way (Lot of 'em) All these hoes head-hunters (Hunters) And I'm big time stunner, yeah (Stunner) When I see your ho, she a one hit wonder (Yeah) Lie to a ho like I lie to your honor (Yeah) Runnin' the streets, I would lie to my mama (What?) They was tellin' her that I was bustin' guns I was tellin' mama, "Uh-uh, uh-uh" (No, uh-uh) Keep this shit one hundred, yeah I was raised by mama, yeah Jumped in the streets, I was younger, yeah Thirteen, carryin' that thunder, yeah Mama had kicked me out the house 'cause she found me with a chopper and I was like uh-uh (Uh-uh) Now I'm in the streets, hot summer, yeah (Summer) Kick a nigga door, rob his mama, yeah (Mama) Robbed my first nigga for a hundred, yeah (Hundred) I remember when I hit a lick for a real hundred K Nigga, that's a real hundred, yeah (Yes, sir)
[Chorus] She say boss up, so I drop the top on that bitch (Yeah) She wasn't fuckin' with me when I ain't have shit, but she want this (Yeah) All this money that I'm gettin', I ain't givin' shit (Bitch) I be in the trap spot countin' up, tryna add it (Yeah) Fuck a ho on a blow-up bed, you know that ho is nasty (Yeah) Bitch, I live a savage life, and bitch, I'm livin' lavish (Yeah) I'm a hot boy and my pockets full of salad Mixed it with that rap money, turned that shit to blue cheese (Blue cheese)
[Outro] Uh, yeah Hahahaha The fuck, nigga? Hah, bitch, yeahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
