Got my own sauce, you can't tell me shit
Spammed Wal-Mart so bad, they like they came across a glitch
I just shitted on yo nigga, somehow that nigga pissed
Tail yo bitch to come over, finna bend her like a fish
Ain't no more taking shifts like a band, I take risks
On the road with that shit, drop it off like here's a gift
Still punching shit, I ain't talking bout no fist
I just know he ain't punching, I can tell by his fits
Chop him up, then drop him in the water, niggas grits
Bitch been hitting for a week, damn, this a fire piece
AmexNez on the 808s, nigga, fire beat
I just know she want the sausage every time she tryna link
Cuz got me looking on the ground, he said he just dropped a pink
Drop penis on yo bitch, then dropped in her PNC
My life real confidential, nigga, yeah I'm real discreet
Poked yo bitch with my pencil, then I glazed her Krispy Kreme
Stabbed yo bitch with my dagger, murdered her, made her scream
My Russian hacker FaceTime me, nigga, look like Mr. Clean
Off the Erk, I'm Mr. Bean, niggas actors, Charlie Sheen
Bullets like a fitness trainer, nigga, it'll make you lean
Zay said he bad backing it been f*cking up his spleen
Make a nigga repeat itself, like, nigga, f*ck you mean
Fire Log came from Russia, 8 million on my screen
I have to call up Wells, I'm like, this something I can't believe
Cheap ass, know what's going on
Got my own sauce, you can't tell me shit
Spammed Wal-Mart so bad, they like they came across a glitch
I just shitted on yo nigga, somehow that nigga pissed
Tail yo bitch to come over, finna bend her like a fish
Ain't no more taking shifts like a band, I take risks
On the road with that shit, drop it off like here's a gift
Still punching shit, I ain't talking bout no fist
I just know he ain't punching, I can tell by his fits
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Got my own sauce, you can't tell me shit
Spammed Wal-Mart so bad, they like they came across a glitch
I just shitted on yo nigga, somehow that nigga pissed
Tail yo bitch to come over, finna bend her like a fish
Ain't no more taking shifts like a band, I take risks
On the road with that shit, drop it off like here's a gift
Still punching shit, I ain't talking bout no fist
I just know he ain't punching, I can tell by his fits
Chop him up, then drop him in the water, niggas grits
Bitch been hitting for a week, damn, this a fire piece
AmexNez on the 808s, nigga, fire beat
I just know she want the sausage every time she tryna link
Cuz got me looking on the ground, he said he just dropped a pink
Drop penis on yo bitch, then dropped in her PNC
My life real confidential, nigga, yeah I'm real discreet
Poked yo bitch with my pencil, then I glazed her Krispy Kreme
Stabbed yo bitch with my dagger, murdered her, made her scream
My Russian hacker FaceTime me, nigga, look like Mr. Clean
Off the Erk, I'm Mr. Bean, niggas actors, Charlie Sheen
Bullets like a fitness trainer, nigga, it'll make you lean
Zay said he bad backing it been f*cking up his spleen
Make a nigga repeat itself, like, nigga, f*ck you mean
Fire Log came from Russia, 8 million on my screen
I have to call up Wells, I'm like, this something I can't believe
Cheap ass, know what's going on
Got my own sauce, you can't tell me shit
Spammed Wal-Mart so bad, they like they came across a glitch
I just shitted on yo nigga, somehow that nigga pissed
Tail yo bitch to come over, finna bend her like a fish
Ain't no more taking shifts like a band, I take risks
On the road with that shit, drop it off like here's a gift
Still punching shit, I ain't talking bout no fist
I just know he ain't punching, I can tell by his fits
Spammed Wal-Mart so bad, they like they came across a glitch
I just shitted on yo nigga, somehow that nigga pissed
Tail yo bitch to come over, finna bend her like a fish
Ain't no more taking shifts like a band, I take risks
On the road with that shit, drop it off like here's a gift
Still punching shit, I ain't talking bout no fist
I just know he ain't punching, I can tell by his fits
Chop him up, then drop him in the water, niggas grits
Bitch been hitting for a week, damn, this a fire piece
AmexNez on the 808s, nigga, fire beat
I just know she want the sausage every time she tryna link
Cuz got me looking on the ground, he said he just dropped a pink
Drop penis on yo bitch, then dropped in her PNC
My life real confidential, nigga, yeah I'm real discreet
Poked yo bitch with my pencil, then I glazed her Krispy Kreme
Stabbed yo bitch with my dagger, murdered her, made her scream
My Russian hacker FaceTime me, nigga, look like Mr. Clean
Off the Erk, I'm Mr. Bean, niggas actors, Charlie Sheen
Bullets like a fitness trainer, nigga, it'll make you lean
Zay said he bad backing it been f*cking up his spleen
Make a nigga repeat itself, like, nigga, f*ck you mean
Fire Log came from Russia, 8 million on my screen
I have to call up Wells, I'm like, this something I can't believe
Cheap ass, know what's going on
Got my own sauce, you can't tell me shit
Spammed Wal-Mart so bad, they like they came across a glitch
I just shitted on yo nigga, somehow that nigga pissed
Tail yo bitch to come over, finna bend her like a fish
Ain't no more taking shifts like a band, I take risks
On the road with that shit, drop it off like here's a gift
Still punching shit, I ain't talking bout no fist
I just know he ain't punching, I can tell by his fits
Writer: Arnez Easter
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