buku chips

first off

i do this shit

y'all niggas ain't never been through this shit

thirty round clip

might hit

might miss

pussy nigga i don't give a fuck who you with

white bitch count my buku chips

white bitch count my buku chips

white bitch count my buku chips

white bitch count my buku chips

taking trips with different bitches

my life is exciting

my life is a movie

yours truly the writer

if i like

i probably wife

i probably fuck in one night

i'm with fred and the

getting money from schnider

her pussy from china

her body melodic

i'm slicker than rick

she desire my fire

i give her that pain

left lane in the rain

i see the police

we saying no names

white bitches in my kitchen

cooking

cleaning the dishes

left wrist whip whipping

mama thought i was pimping

she told me i'm special and i should work with the given

your back lifting weak

hand it over

i'll lift it

i'm talking working with the preacher

serving cocaine in the bleachers

pussy and power

i'm a sucker for sneakers

my new bitch a geeker

i fuck her

i leave her

but i be back

a couple macs and on my lap is a diva

nigga

i'm patient when i'm waiting

laying under your house

i been plotting for hours

feel like your trap should be ours

trip with the powder

box out with the

i drink my liquid with swishers

my niggas up in the towers

ask me how i found her like a brick on the counter

if she rich i'm a dick her

if she snitch i'm a out her

give no fuck

i roll the dice

i probably hike up the price

let your white bitch count it

call me back if you like it

nigga