[Verse 1: Baritone]
Soulja boy tell em... meaning that you're snitches
And all these b**hes blowing me like Kid Ink blows swishers
I am so dope, but I'm not a stoner
Bone so many girls, now they know me as bo*er
No masturbation, but I'm a do my own thang
If you dont understand, get out of here, like the bell rang
Call me Mothaf**a, but am not a Milf lover
I ain't talkn about visiting, she asked me to come.. over
You're nothing but a b**h.... Go fetch
They're all over me... Like a bridge
Cool like a fridge, hardcore like a textbook
I eat them out for free cuz I got swag even when I cook
Last name ain't Potter, but no doubt she harry...
Her legs thick, like a Dictionary
I'm not an insect but I am Fly
And all my haters trippin like their shoe laces are untied
She wanna do it without protection, rugby
Not an insect either but easily she bugs me
Keep her under the sheets like a dead corpse
Play girls more than 50tyson plays sports
No 6 beers, but I got out of the pack
Not well done so I had to bring it back
No train, but baritone's in the track