What, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what Whack a mammy, talkin' bout playin' with my family I sell d**k just like my daddy and still use d**k for they addys, lockin' out these addys I'ma try to send him one, my granny stay on Lily Mae I'ma try to put one in the dirt today, broad day Make him hop out on you at the chicken place Pick a date, time or a place, I'm gon' see you out High speed on the E-Way, make sure Fat Boy throw the E-E out Y'all was doin' straight, hidin' that hate, still start leakin' out Gas station, tryna steal a Jason, passin' tasers out Bag waitin', go ahead and spank him if y'all see him now Big hater, we can't even graze him, he don't leave his house I don't speak no lies inside my rhymes like I got Jesus' mouth T-shirt came and wrinkled, I'm on and I'ma starch it I'ma mark it and then leave some extra, make out you rollin' I'ma spend my whole label check buyin' Fendi Dog fool, you know that I keep that dog with me Good d**k, try and spread that bag through the city I'm on real street, d**k, baby, f**k with me Ten thousand cash for some a** and some d**k One thousand bags, half grams, I'll fit these These designer drugs, so my water not drippin' I'm on real street, baby, f**k with me I'ma spend my whole label check buyin' Louis, yeah Boss s**t, I been flexin', I ain't no toy I just caught the Rolls-Royce, I'm parkin' in the hood Bring out that 2018, make back that b**ch, turn up that wood They makin' no noise, like my Rolls-Royce We be throwin' shots, y'all be throwin' darts Bring out that GT, man, that b**ch look like a long shot Bring out them VVs, I'ma make them do they homework Ayy, this s**t hammer out my wrist, I got this on one Verse ain't no dog, but my dog, he got Vick, purple If you ain't talkin' bout a male t***, we ain't conversin' We put our b**ch into hearses, I'm so serious I'ma spend my whole label check buyin' Fendi Dog fool, you know that I keep that dog with me Good d**k, try and spread that bag through the city I'm on real street, baby, f**k with me Ten thousand cash for some a**es and some t*** One thousand bags, half grams, I'll fit these These designer drugs, so my water not drippin' I'm on real street, baby, f**k with me, yeah, yeah
