But now my balls, balls deep in his bra's, jaws swallowed, girl, it's just nudge Bitches scared to let me smash on they ass Yeah, they heard I'm ***in' nuts, like the swag of a fag Like me and T'Kelly was gaggin' in the back of the cabin Can't vlog, nah, nigga, you can tell by the badge I'm sick of hackin' and coughin', I'm off and it's ***in' awesome I'm animals, no, it's off and off in this rappin' nonsense Four stories in my home, like, what the ***'s an apartment, nigga? Get you poppin' like Peter Spores doin' puberty Take bets on how quick Tyler can reach maturity Cussin' out Suri like a waitress with no patience Oh, you wanna tip, bitch, well, here's my dick for gratiturity I tumble crust on us, these sluts give money up to nutty But Professor Nutty, buddy, clump gets petty when you touch his lunch Like, what the ***, I'm drunk as *** Turn the ***in' music up so I can hear these stupid ***s Talk no walk like you disgust, you talkin' too much Who the *** are you to us, you the russ? I put that on my tubes and nuts If I don't begin movin' up, I'm shootin' up You would hurt, crew wants hurt, you dessert I can see the bitch and the nigga through his shirt I can smell the *** when a bitch was flockin' around my crew to flirt It's on your shoulder, loot the dirt Yeah, it's the movement first, *** a human nurse I'm ill, I use this earth to infuse the birth of my scrotum on that Channel 10 news My only motive is to skip to my lube, get hip to the pew You can drink, piss, and eat a dick in a few The second in view of visual rules I eat your ribs, I'm a wolf Then meet your kids after school and give them drugs cause it's cool, *** a *** this B, nigga, let's smoke weed That *** I need, it be the *** that's green A little purple and pink, can get some swisher sweeps About three or four more that need it, B I got an eighth, I can face it, I got a blunt favorite grape I hate the grape, I can taste it when I'm in hell in the vapes You can smell us in places when we walk and our clothing is always covered in flakes Enough of touche, blunts, and what the *** is this? I think this Mary is laced, my heart is beating at paces that Pacquiao can't relate I'm ***in' faded like gradient ***, I'm stuck like the tape That's superglued to the center of Kelly Price's first waist It's like my first date with Mrs. Mary, this *** is scary The paranoia from this Mary Wall is very heavy I'm lifted, fainted by my fifth hit Lionel, pass the sherm, let's use this Philly as a dipstick for this bath salt, you dip ***