Damn C.Stone That sound chuck as a muthaf**
This that junk yard type music
Beat crankin on make the freaks all lose it
Big booty girls
Got excuses to use it
Even though they bunnys
And they whiter than a q tip
Take trips
But she rather make tips
And she ain't a waitress
Titys where her weight is
Booty measure
3 6
And she got red lips
Devilish
But she still an angel
Never done it an*l
Call her young j lo
Foxx
No jango
Ass so fat
She gotta sit on a table
Dam
Kim K
You been workin all day
High heels
Poppin pills
Now u pop a bay bay
It's the f**in bay bay
What the f u c k
Swear ive seen a couple k's
Like pota**ium
Banana boy
Banana clips go
Brrrr
Big bang
Asteroids
Fish in the sea
Wanna an Asian like I caught a koi
Everybody's loves u
Cuz u something like the water boy
You lookin dhydreated
Better get some water boy
You just so overrated
In the brain u constipated
But yo mouth like diarhea
Talkin sh**
Get some paper
I got My YG with me
I don't need friends
I known my homies since day 1
So Don't pre tend
In a roto
Never solo
Cuz we all got ends
And we them junk yard dogs
Bouta jump a fence
Swimming in the fishy
And I'm hot as Mississippi
If u decide to leave
Just make sure ya sister with me
Rip to whitney
Had the brown
Then it hit me
That my life's a 50/50
50 cents
Or 50 milli
50Ps
Like 50s hippies
Oh Wait I meant the 60s
Gettin high like pixies
Gettin links no wiki
Cuz my squad all with me
And we feeling like the swat
If u fly
Get swat
Junk yard blood clot