bitches

bitch

it's the five-nine taper phase; sideline laker game

high time save a page; they already know the name

doms in this bitch i mean it's real shit taking place

money still the motive and i'm clocking it like flava flav

let me take my scarf off five-four-three-two-one bitch

hodgy bout to barf logs

i be spitting fire campin makin s'mores

my flow be tramping like you whores i'm suicidal fuck the door

i'm and if but and or

bitch what the fuck is you talking bout if you ain't getting no money huh

broke niggas is talking loud i swear you niggas is funny bruh

we what the fuck is up 2012 clutch as fuck

fast lifestyle slow me down double cup

old school visans rhyme ambidextrous

i switch hands five o clock when your bitch lands by six

she will be quicksand better than the next nigga: this man

pockets swell up like a sick gland killing your whole ambition

bitch

my hat says high cause that's exactly how i feel bitch

all i need is green grass and gold on my real bitch

watch me get it nigga i'm a sell it real quick

hodgy drew the master plan and domo hit the kill switch

i'm young fellow guy peddle by reppin mellowhigh

girlfriend never settles why? to busy in the meadows high

out to dena i'm fresh like i'm out the cleaners

hardwood like an angry beaver i'm nuts like my fucking t-shirt

get it?

a phantom you never hand a random rapper eating cannibal

she can't refuse so i let her drink it like it's danimals

handsome dude she wanna be with standing by camera crews

i let her snooze and dream cause none of them wishes tangible

i'm balling like benjamin it's all about the benjamins

that's why people acknowledge me and i ain't even friends with them

call a ho then stall a ho i'm also dope across the rope

catch my fate i bang grenades and beat your face 'til it's off your throat

please shut the fuck up let me put this shit to sleep

the shit he speak got him all antsy like his christmas week

silly me

riding with several bitches with slim physiques

and i'm tryna see lights cameras action like mr. cheeks

army fatigue bake boxes for the league

no ghetto barrettes and weaves down to the sleeve for the fees

if packaged she'll be petite know how to roll up my weed

her doing's doing the deed and she don't really need shit

they asking domo where you been? " they feel they got ditched