Okay gang gang gang up in this muthafucka
I'm a backwood rollin' ass double cuppa
And when you haters back the fuck up off my nutsack I'ma need you to
Slob on my knob like corn on the cob
Okay Bad bitch pop it on the split now that's a cold one
She gon' shake that ass all on the stick while Jay-O smoke some
Thought she was the shooter when she told me she wan blow some
She gon' rock the mic I'm the hype man when she go dumb
My pockets fat like Biggie they wanna hit em up
Mop stick a wet the floor I'm tryna clean the kitchen up
Loco look we ballin' on these niggas and we 20 up
Banana clip I'm in a givin mood I donate 50 bucks
I taught myself how not to give a fuck
A couple grands I can get this bitch slammin' not the Denny's brunch
I wake up early rollin' Goofy's pourin' Henny up
Nasty ass nigga tryna fuck like I ain't get enough
Yeah baby pull up if you need it we got plenty stuff
Can't stop cause I won't stop shit I can't get enough
You don't really do this actin' dumb like you ain't did it huh
Slob on my knob like corn on the cob
All My fiends they just wanna shop we givin' testers out
Teach a fiend how to spend they cash we givin' lessons out
CPS nigga fuck yo' kids we'll stretch em out
Niggas always talkin' shootin' shit until the weapon out
That a scare a nigga and his dreams like a haunted house
Hit her then I leave to the block cause it's time to bounce
Jay-O off these five woods we a burn a ounce
Cherries so big if it drop it can burn a house
This lil bitch mouth so fire she probably burn the couch
Naw I'll never snitch but that's word to mouth
Twicee let's hit her ass twice then tell her bounce
Niggas think cause I'm pourin' up I be sellin' ounces
I could have some niggas in yo' crib like we sellin' houses
With some hoes that love to give head I call it tongue massages
If you make my toes curl up then you might get a stylist
Suck it up now go watch me bust it like a pistol probably
Slob on my knob like corn on the cob
I feel better when I make it like the last shot do
Watch me shoot up from the bottom just like ass shots do
Come with everything you need like the stash box do
She ain't want it with the jimmy gotta blast off
Tryna reach me I'm too high I'm way out of your sky
Where's your sky New York skies even in the dark
I shine Britling baguettes ten bricks on my wrist
Bitch don't you ever forget like a dog with some sense
And since you had your good time while me and J.J. were just tryin
To fuck this game and then stick a dynamite up your behind
I Anthony Otis and got a money pussy and love
Came back on this here track to say I'm back to fuck y'all up
Don't get it twisted it is crazy enough or must I come rough
Stop playin Come on go deep but she like yo' hands too rough
But I'm sayin' tryna see if it's true how you say it how you do with no hands
Slob slob on my knob like corn on the cob