Filthy Motherfucker

[Verse 1]

I stay up on that late Nintendo, racing Mario, blazing indo

The lighter from the kitchen with the trigger and the stick

Close, my windows, neighbors be all up in my shit

Plus my parents on vacation in Vegas, how sick is this

Text me back bitch, I want you to come visit

And get to know my disick, our fucking be so rhythmic

Let's meet a Love Jones, I'm here to rub tones

Then I need two bucks cause I gotta catch the bus home

Another day dialing, dialing up these numbers

Trynna sell that fucking hash, cheese

Look fresh out the ass, cheeks

Niggas' bitches ask me

"Don't you think you moving too fast, shit?"

It's no speed limit on the road to cash

And a nigga flooring it

Still drinking, Florida

That's gon be the color of my foreign whip

So I'm with my brothers

The 4's, we blunted

Wrapping hoes to fuck us even if we had a studder

[Verse 2]

Aww fucking yeah suck it

Give me head in the ride

Then I'mma need a ride

Bitch I'm high , but I can't...

Over here, make this right

I text my moms that I love her

Cause way inside is where I reside

I don't know if I'm gon make this night

So we don't give no fuck

Wile until I tire

Remaining a G until the moment I expire

Fill my brain with that weed

Feeling like I'm a vampire

But I can't flyer so I live higher

I'm fried

[Verse 3]

Vi$ions, 40-40 vision

My bars ninja stars therefore cause incision

I wouldn't listen

The infamous like pizza with the fishes

Bitches rub on my dick, I grant wishes

The kids are talking ?damen?

Schools out and I'm walking ramen

They looking at me funny but they ain't gon make no comments

The chronic, you can smell it on my clothes

And I just borrowed a condom

Cause I was supposed to go back home with one of my hoes

She cancelled again

Even she don't want to fuck me or I just got bad timing

But either way I need the cake, fiending papers

We just get baked and we create, but we ain't bakers

You know that feeling when you got the fresh taper with the lining

I'll be at the house party later, with crew

Marijuana sold out, it be whining

Frowning at the face, I think I found my first hater

To early caskets I send many rappers

My shit'll go platinum, yours more like plastic

And I'd fuck your bitch dog, daily is chap stick

Perfect attendance to the pussy, you were absent

Lord, spare the world, bless them with these rap classics

My sons, they hate that I'm having fun, stacking funds, uh

But I ain't quitting, even if I put the patch on

Gotta get that beach in my backyard nigga