As another Lexi Impalas
These last four years been good to me
A couple of hoes and a couple good 90 counts
Some here, some off shore
Nigga call me MacDrummie
The fuck niggas? No fuck niggas
My blunt bigger, needs real niggas
Keep stuntin’ with your bitch ass
You’ll get jacked and jill nigga
Fuck around with these sissy niggas
I’m smokin’ on BO Bigsby nigga
I’m spendin’ money, spendin’ money
Ben Franklin – dizzy niggas
Your bitch on my dick
I told ‘er I was busy
She say Wayne on me, Wayne on me
‘Cause your ass need drizzlin’
That pussy came gift wrapped – bow and a ribbon
And if she bounce that ass then I’ dribbin’
That pussy so wet and turned to a gremlin
There’s only one me, ain’t no equivalent
She give me brain, brain like Trivia
I got a black bitch and a red bitch
I call them hoes invariant uh
Choppa like you face off
Black shades – Ray Charles
I’ll be killin’ them hoes
I got your hoe up in my graveyard
I ain’t workin’ with a full deck
But I pull out that ace card
She grabbed that good with 2 hands
Like she about to pray for it
Cliffs hangin’, no curfew
Buck you and who burk you
I’m shinin’ like church shoes
Bird my jury all bird food
I’m ‘bout it
I said I’m ‘bout the country over the mount
Water fountain – when I’m on that scene I’m on that lean
I’m drowsy, man I’m so high I don’t know what I’m laughin’ ‘bout
I got bars nigga and it’s happy hour
Ride around with them choppas not them ninas
Ride around with a bitch named Molly and she on molly
Bitch I put my friggin’ ass – karate
Man these niggas can see me like a diary
Smoke that weed, let’s get iry
In the chateau, that bitch got a silencer
Top of the gun – there is a scope
I close one eye, I look like a pirate
Fuck it, chuck bit my bitch up
Tunechi with big nuts
I’m getting my dick sucked
I blow weed like it’s dust
Spacy, love pussy, hate fish
Just bought my girl a Ferrari Spider
Told ‘er drive it like you got 8 legs
I’m a made nig, Machiavellic
That Mac and Larry – necessary
I’m a hotheat, I pop the cherry
No pussy, no racks, no Tom & Jerry
Keep saying friends are your enemies
Well my friends are imaginary
I’m the motherfuckin’ resolution
Like the 1st of january
My ride cold and my bitch hot
I’m tired as hell but my dick not
I don’t gas no bitch, no pitstop
Smoke Barney and baby bop
Y’all niggas act like lady cops
My niggas smoke like coffee shops
That serve gang, wipe the house
Gunfight – I knock you out
My bitch titties is poppin’ out
We pop a number, we get it poppin’
Mask on, gloves on – like Mickey Mouse, clip sticking out
Like nick ya ass
Smokin’ on that sticky bag
Weezy F, I’m big and bad
Small fee but I’d kick ya ass
I’m a trigger man in that shootin’ star
Eat that pussy like caviar
She treat that dick just like a straw
How you like them apples, Microsoft?
Now wipe that off
I do never Sundays church
Step up in that motherfucker fresher than some circs
Uh, who the fuck is Steven Jay?
I got the ball, plan to keep away
Kidnap yo ass, kill yo ass
And hide your ass like a easter egg
It’s highly growth to my deathbed
Just make sure my pillow’s fluffy
Hit a nigga with a million shots
What you call that? A million bucks
Good weed we pass around
Money talks mind, got a nasty mouth
It’s young money, cash money
To the motherfuckin’ day I’m cashin’ out
Tunechi
Ride around with them choppas not them ninas
Your bitch wanna come over here where the grass is greener
And if you pass that weed on the YMC
Adlet Tunechi, follow the leader bitch