[Intro: Fat Trel]
Ricky Hill, Slickville, I'm the illest here
[Chorus: Fat Trel & Ricky Hil]
My new b**h is crawlin' on all fours (crawlin' on all fours)
Poppin' Tylenol 4's (and poppin' Tylenol 4's)
These b**hes say they all for us (b**hes say they all for us)
But in the end they all who*es (but in the end they all who*es)
Now I'm ridin' suicide doors (ridin' suicide doors)
Smokin' tree with my liquor (smokin' tree with my liquor)
Just finished f**in', woke up and wanted for more (woke up and wanted for more)
And when I park, I make the b**h open the door (b**h open the door)
[Verse 1: Fat Trel]
Look, I like the lights real low with a dyke ho
Smoke big dope, she's psycho
See, the tire on flat, window bust out
Cut it out, you ain't f**in' with the right hoes
Hit it from the back, mix Sprite with the Act
So fat, I be puttin' on a micro
Say she tryna f**, I just roll the window up
b**h thought I was whipping with the nitro
Head good but the p**y real slight though
You become a habit for the night though
Smokin' on the weed, ain't s**in' no dick
One trick then the b**h is on white hoes
I'm rich so I make her go crazy
And plus when I f** her she pay me
You gotta be kiddin', her p**y is
Just like a lottery ticket, I'm lazy
Drinkin' and smokin', these pistols I'm totin'
I had your a** sleep on the pavement
f** her for three hours, I shower
I'm out and about on the daily
My momma be trippin', my chopper be kicking
I know she regret that she made me
I trap with the thugs, just doin' my d**
And these are the things that I love
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Fat Trel]
I miss when she screaming she need me
I wait till she sleep and I'm leaving
Bendin' her over, I'm tossing it up
When I f** it, I make it look easy
Smokin' and drinkin', the dope with the lean
But still I could f** up the scene
Shoot with no blinkin', the f** was you thinkin?
A nickle'll kiss with a beam
On mollies, I feel like a fiend
On Fridays, I pop me a bean
I got it, my pockets are collared in cottage
I promise to scream "cheese"
I bet I could make her believe
Fly her and the b**h to Belize
She's trippin' me out, kicking her out
She tryna come figure me out
I show her the gang, she come from a drought
We sleep in the trap in her house
Cause he do no faking, don't get me mistaken
The paper is what I'm about
I show her the gang, she come from a drought
We sleep in the trap in her house
Cause he do no faking, don't get me mistaken
The p**y is what I'm about, muah
[Hook]