Run that bih' up like a track meet
Run that bih' up like a track meet
Gimme the pack and I might tax that, ooh
She gotta fatty I might tap that, ooh
Gimmie ya' addy we pulling up to ya' pad and then we gon pull out the rattle n' go click clack, ooh
I ride that bih' like a boat with a sail on it
She suck my **** then I bail on her, ooh
I got a pack in a box that says mail on it
Open it up and then sell all it, ooh
I'm from the street man I feel like sesame, uh
All of these thotties wanna have *** with me, uh
Whip it n flip it I know the recipe remember me when y'all
****** sleeping now u texting me, mmh
She ride my **** like a skateboard, eww
I get the bop I don't date whores, eww
I gave her Xanax she might deep throat, mmh
I got my tool straight from Home Depot, yeah
Lit pimpin' wrist pimpin' whip pimpin'
S**t okay
Piss on my wrist, yellow diamonds, yeah they sick, mmh
40 round drum get him gone, aye
Aim it at **** ***** dome, aye
Run through his crib when there's nobody home
And then take everything that he own, aye
My ****** got all them poles, aye
30 round drum at your nose, aye
****** they don't want no beef, yeah
She wanna **** me cause my teeth, are golden
Talk all that s**t "Whatchu mean?" its over
I can not smoke regular ****, its OG
I'm on a kill streak oh no
Uzi clip right at yo nose, aye
Ride with the chopper I might blow, aye
Free X ***** free vro, aye
My ****** running with them poles, aye
I ball on ****** like D rose
Aye, aye, yeah
I smoke that boof with my vro, aye
I smoke that boof with my vro, aye
Sesame Street