Lyrics: Frank Childress/Joshua Hosang
Music: Frank Childress/Joshua Hosang
B***h miss me with that nonsense, you broke, got nine cents
I ball hard like Dennis Rodman, no lyin'
I just ****ed that b***h and then I nutted on her eyelid
I smoke so much weed, my homies be calling me a pothead
Gucci-Gucci on my feet now, she wanna meet now
Took my pants off now it's time for her to eat now
She gobbled on my d**k and then I told her she should leave now
Had to kick that little slutty b***h up out my treehouse
I came in this b***h with my gun out
If he want some smoke then we gon' run down, that boy done now
Put a silencer up on my gun, I change the gun sound
Hundred round clip, I let it hit 'til it ain't no rounds
Comethazine that b***h and you knew that
Eighty-eighty thousand dollars worth of jewelry on my crewneck
Your b***h, she be givin' up that top, she gave my crew neck
My b***h booty jiggle when she walk, it really do that
B***h miss me with that nonsense, you broke, got nine cents
I ball hard like Dennis Rodman, no lyin'
I just ****ed that b***h and then I nutted on her eyelid
I smoke so much weed, my homies be calling me a pothead
Gucci on my feet now, she wanna meet now
Took my pants off now it's time for her to eat now
She gobbled on my d**k and then I told her she should leave now
Had to kick that little slutty b***h up out my treehouse