Lyrics: Stokeley Goulbourne/Alex Petit
Music: Stokeley Goulbourne/Alex Petit
Yeah baby
Uh Members Only, baby, yeah baby
I'm with Ryan Santan
In the ****ing booth yeah baby
I got blood on my boots, baby
Yeah, baby
Yeah baby, throw that ass back on a tricycle, baby!
YEAH!
****ed up, ****ed up, ****ed up, ****ed up
****ed up, ****ed up, ****ed up, Yeah
You done ****ed up, you done ****ed up
You done ****ed up, you done ****ed up
****ed up, ****ed up, ****ed up, ****ed up
****ed up, ****ed up, ****ed up, Yeah
You done ****ed up, you done ****ed up
You done ****ed up, you done ****ed up
George W. Bush right on her p***y, yeah
Yeah, Curious George b***h looking boy
You so p***y yeah
Yeah, hit my line for the d**k shit
Check my twitter yeah
Yeah, they call me young dagger d**k
That's my handle yeah
Yeah
She grab on my d**k like a handle, hey
Lil b***h, I got on Jesus sandals, hey
X is an animal; mammal, hey
Lil b***h got the back of a camel
B***h boy you look like a Randall
B***h boy you look like a Daniel
B***h I'm known to get ghost, Danny Phantom
And if you throwing
Through the b***h throw a tantrum, woah
Aye, ****ed up, ****ed up, ****ed up, who, hey
****ed up, ****ed up, ****ed up, you, hey
B***h nigga know he done ****ed up
Lame b***h better know his luck up
B***h nigga know he ****ed up
Lame b***h better know his luck up
Aye, ****ed up, ****ed up, ****ed up, who, hey
****ed up, ****ed up, ****ed up, you, hey
B***h nigga know he done ****ed up
Lame b***h better know his luck up
B***h nigga know he ****ed up
Lame b***h better
Like it's Noah's Ark
That b***h wet, no water-park soup
She said drop that meat in me
Just like a shopping cart
Told me "Head straight to the back"
Just like I'm Rosa Parks
Walked up in the bank with pack
That smell like donkey fart
Moose game poison dagger aye
**** my conscience, I'll stab ya
Ask that hoe what's vrackin
Slide up on a b***h like a care package
Bare in that b***h, like Smokey
Chain swing like rodeo ropy
Diamonds so wet that they soapy
Watch them mingle like they do the hokey-pokey
Aye yo' color diamonds humpty dumpty horror story
Feel like Dexter, got double-D's in my laboratory
Eat it with the sweet-sour sauce like six-piece sauce
Freedom; **** the cops, free Keke
Wreck a nigga, come see me uh
Make him say goodbye like a Ouija (Bye Bye)