Girl this dick is so clean It'll probably go good with your broccoli and cheese Tell me why, oh why You won't let me get between them thighs Tell me when Ya gonna open up and let me
my third leg and I won't beat around your bush I put 15 dollars in the tank to come and get ya Now you ready to go and want me to wait til Wednesday to
ready, steady stayin' blowed After unloadin' my shawties comin' back from QT I fire up a doobie, you do you, I do me There's people concerned about my health but they won't tell me
this real It's better drivin' a car with the letter B in the wheel Seat back Light sayin' tank on E I got the drank on me You better bank on me To be
watch out, now Here we come (come) And we ain't stoppin' until We see the mornin' sun (sun) So give us room to do our thing Cuz we ain't come to hurt
re Bishop the don one But if you think you're fucking with me, homie you're on one I'm cockin' my head back like 'Ed Lover, come on son She's on my johnson
word that you fucking fags heard comes straight from the fishes ass, Yeah In other words I'm a Bass turd! Looking at me like I killed Kenny Gassing the tank
Please don't drop the bomb on me, Shady please, please dont drop the bomb on me, Drop the bomb on them, I dont want the dog on me, See aint no reason
me alone, when you freaks see me out in the streets when I'm eatin or feedin my daughter to not come and speak to me (speak to me).. I don't know you
to Fuck 'Lotto,' call me your leader I feel bad I gotta murder that dude from "Leave It To Beaver" I used to like that show, now you got me to "fight back
] Step in the place Bitches look at me from head to toe Hoe ass niggaz look like "Oh no" Cuz I'm the Body snatcha, bitch catcha Got a .357, don't make me
like me U gotta cook it up clean, cook it up mean Mama don't like it when you got leftovers Gimme me some of them collard greens Got me some grub and
with a punch and a smack When I know that you with him, you ain't calling me back It be that thing down there, that got me way off track [Interlude:
mom's gas tank Let's get this money baby, they shady, we get shady Dress up like ladies and burn 'em with dirty 380's Then they come to kill our babies
I got the streets heated I left a minute now I'm back the game really needs me Gucci Mane called me, man I got that flipper Everybody come and tryin to
trappers and they bring me back them rat chicks Bust off goin fast, you can call it cheetah girl When I get the panky you know I'm water whippin her No top on the whip, tank
never harm me I saved them, from far beyond the grave Lid on coffin cold Return was foretold Barrel, box, or bloody sack Planted deep they still come back
mad get even madder A10 tank killer fodder Interrogate? Why bother... My brother for a last cigarette, no please not yet One last dance, lest we regret Look me
