Released on November 11, 2011

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[Verse]

Groupies intend to be the bitch that I'm with but they don't get shit but dick and then I fucking dip lit and split

Puking verses all this perked on wooden sticks, reader with that moaning raider garden then I'm out this bitch after all

She sees green when she's with the team sans leave

Thinking cause I fucked that we go flee the foreign shopping sprees

Jeez you must be out of your mind, we're blowing up like land mines, why you blowing us like wind shrines

Young Zephyr dressed homeless, rap special

Undressed her, bust on her and don't text her

So what's happening? Homey slightly angry cause his wifey love my mattresses

Just cause I arrange words that rhyme

Panty slime, slipping out of the seats beneath the panty line. Fifth Fesha long residency, yes we're excellent

Money coming like a baptist chant so I ain't stressing it

Fuck a burst collar, hers is drive up with the rest to it

We dig up all the rest of it and ship it off

Dark and tainted markets till we're trying to start

You got us caught bloody red handed in our fingers smell

Fuck the game of pussy slings, she's underage, leave her caged

That's my trophy bitch, spoiler like my daughter

Can of rear bumper sharpie names are doing the sprawler

Crumpets for the honeymooners, mooning all the pastures by uber high

Fondling the sky, on some from Lupe and Ye shit, I hate this