(Hook)

When I pull up on a nigga put the pistol to his lip

Knock him out run his pockets do the dash in the whip

Ima take his grandma and you know she suckin Dick

Ima rob that nigga for all his shit(X2)

(Verse 1)

I’m the talk of the town

Bitches they see me they all spin round

I paint her face like that bitch is a clown

Fuck her and dip ain’t no time for the lounge

(Aye)

Ain’t no time for the chill man

She swerving and leaning like she off the pill man

Get a beat and I kill man

She sucking and jacking my dick like she Jill man

Niggas they probably

Think this is a hobby

I swear this shit is a job

See ya bitch is a thottie

She all on my body

She suck the tip of my cock

She suck the tippity tippity

Swear that lil bitch is so jittery

ADHD I’m so fidgety

We fight a lot so we bickery

(Hook)

When I pull up on a nigga put the pistol to his lip

Knock him out run his pockets do the dash in the whip

Ima take his grandma and you know she suckin dick

Ima rob that nigga for all his shit(X2)

(Verse 2)

Pull up I’m saucing I’m dripping in fashion

Ya bitch come thru cause she know that I’m rapping

She suck my dick and she doing the action

Nut in her mouth and lean back cause I’m laughing

Ain’t no time for the chill man

She swerving and leaning like she off the pill man

Get a beat and I kill man

She sucking and jacking my dick like she Jill man

Broke boy

You ain’t got no racks

Talking hot shit but you ain't selling no packs

No noise

You niggas be ass

Don’t got no fire on none of ya tracks

Don’t deal with the devil that nigga be schemin

You niggas be pebbles but claim you a demon

I swear to god you niggas be dreamin

Ya bitch on my webbos that thottie be feenin