She told me she's been celibate for 6 months Swear, I had the pussy bussin’ after shots and 6 blunts You sick ****, she’s cussin’ with her tits clutched Well, we can do what we want, they still love us The gigs up, I’m uppin’ for the big chunk If you got what we want, you can’t duck us No, no, not now What’s the word? Alert the herd Revert the nerve to serve you first Preserve the work, observe the birds They perch, I take a third of the earns Disturb church, her skirt the worst Confirm with the nurse, I’m tryna perked, for sure Regurge a burst of cursin' words and fingers that mean “**** you” It’s **** you, nerd The verge I’m on could get you hurt Your verse is hurt, that shit rehearsed I learned the curb is merged so I speed with urge I burn and stir the block ‘til it’s kill confirmed Dreadhead like perm, look like Big Worm, I’m turnt Drop dead, get turned, get churned, no late return All the jake’s concerned, adjourned, I called a firm and got up out the jail I was in that cell on percs (Did you just give me an Uzi?) (Why the hell I got an Uzi?) (Why the hell I’m seein’ bad bitches showin’ boobies?) Someone oughta tell that broke bitch she’s a groupie who like to get pissed on They pissed I spit raw, kill shit, fire shit, real hit list songs Sick shit, make ass throwin’, thick bad bitch songs My dick hard, HiTec and titties on recall I just wanna hear less and really just see more (The Sally I knew) The Sally I knew sold crack by the seashore The daddy I had smoked crack so I’ve seen more than ya’ typical beach boy I’m more like a D-boy, seek and destroy, go deep and deploy I’m headed up North, tryna see more Bitch, I breaded up 100 from a keyboard A chunk of money goin’ to my decoys A hunk of money goin’ out to Shreveport I be throwin’ 4s up when I leave court I be givin’ no ****s when I leave whores Heard you got cheese, I’ll go in ya’ jeans for it If I ain’t come with it, shorty finna leave for it Shake right, slide back with it, lean forward Date night, 308 Jackson, 3 stories Talkin’ ‘bout a B.O.A. cash in, I bleed for it I won’t tell ‘em shit about what happened here (Boy, where you find this shit from, dawg?) (This mother****er found this music on Craigslist) (Goddam) (This shit ain’t on Spotify, it’s on Spoti-why) She told me she's been celibate for 6 months Swear, I had the pussy bussin’ after shots and 6 blunts You sick ****, she’s cussin’ with her tits clutched Well, we can do what we want, they still love us The gigs up, I’m uppin’ for the big chunk If you got what we want, you can’t duck us No, no, not now