I'm cutting to pop some con, she's cutting to take this one
Chatting to get me charged Keep chatting I'm out pack packing
I'm out pack packing until he's gone All these baddies stepping this car
All passie reserved for the baddies All for my shooters to lean an' ha
I'm cutting to pop some con, she's cutting to take this one
Chatting to get me charged Keep chatting I'm out pack packing
I'm out pack packing until he's gone All these baddies stepping this car
All passie reserved for the baddies All for my shooters to lean an' ha
De-camp the car all quick, if I spot me a pig and I'm out go skitz
Riched 1 of them when I test this stick Still wet, man in my O.V. kicks
This chick is my favourite flick, I'd rap my trick for my favourite bitch
But her look and her ass, she's horny, she gets all giddy to tetanus
She's way too catty to know who he is, one reason I don't show face
I can't even shop to my kids no more, cause they all recognise my
Who's this chick trying to act all friendly with me?
I know she's a pick me, but every kid of course she'll pick me
One wrong move, I know she'll stitch me dumb
Only been two hours, I already made her private story
Show me about private life, slow down darling, I'm way too fast
I'm a natural flirt, I don't know about wives
Don't ask if I'm chatting to Sutton, you know I won't lie
I really * with my pagans cousins
I'm chatting to Pop some carn, she's catting to Tet this one
Chatting to get me charged, keep chatting, I'm outpack, packing
I'm outpack, packing until he's gone, all the baddies step in this car
All past, he reserved for the baddies, all for my shooters to lean in
I'm chatting to Pop some carn, she's catting to Tet this one
Chatting to get me charged, keep chatting, I'm outpack, packing
I'm outpack, packing until he's gone, all the baddies step in this car
All past, he reserved for the baddies, all for my shooters to lean in
And ha, bang, bang, let's bust your gun in our gang slang
Or fist him up if that man sang, or beat the puss in them lips, hang
I fly up gap and my ball rings me, poppin' straight on that 250
I'm parallel hot to them J's, get me, if not I'm lit for this play flicky
You know me, I've been litty, four bottles, that's Henny, Sirocco, that Jack Whiskey
All you bad bitties, I don't do talk and I just get jiggy
Her hands slippy, they travel straight to my blaze sticky
When the ball's in my pants, she thinks she's holdin' my dick, silly
Chattin' to get in charge, keep chattin' on my, packin' my map
Packin' my dick, he's gone, he's the only baddie step in this car
All time for himself or the baddies, if my * was to lean and hop