DevanTheSlayer - $now 8unny! Lyrics

Run yo' apple juice, you f*ckin' bean head ass nigga (what? aye)
Bitch take it off and then slur me up pronto, I beat her shit while I choke her out, combo
Hate her get naked and f*ck on my flagpole, My shit is corny, my shit is a dad flow
She bite her lip while she look at me, uh-oh, Put on my floaties and splash in her puddle
Lil' Asian bitch, long neck with a afro, I'm deep in that bitch like the straws in a scarecrow
A-E-R-O, she made it stand up like my dick was an arrow
F*ck that nigga if he actin' tough, I'm pullin' up without a pistol
All black vans with a zipper, she don't use a condom, she tryna make children
Put her face in a pillow, then stomp on her neck till I kill her
You know my shit sloa, nigga, dance to the rhythm
The king of the ocean, the king of the motion
Pull up with a potion, taste like Coca-Cola
Fold her like a folder, (what?) push over her stroller (aye)
My wrist gettin' colder, beat him like he Toby
Burn her on like Adobe, huh, huh
Put my balls in a hoop like I'm Kobe, huh, huh (aye, what?)
Lil' bitch, you owe me
My pistol don't shoot bullets, bitch it shoot pepperonis, huh
Lil' white bitch, liv Rooney
I need a lighter, I'm deep in the coochie
If you got a gun, do it while you ain't shootin'
Spend it on a bitch, let's make a movie
Pull up, huh, bitch, move it
Booty flat like a pancake, but I'm still gon' do it
Huh, what, ain't nothin' to it
If you throw her back, then you better use two hands
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Aye, if she throw her back, then I gotta use two hands
She saw my wrist and then she left her man
Bought her a bag, what's the brand? Hermes
Hot grease, poppin' shit like a frying pan
Got like 30 drums, but we ain't no marching band
Count out green, and my hands look like Peter Pan
Jump off my money, a nigga with Neverland
White girl, yeah, she basic, got checkered vans
Niggas steady, pocket watchin', check advance
All this water on my neck, it look like a damn
Got two bitches in my bed, look like Cat and Sam (What?)
Roll down the window and shoot like I'm Kobe
Premier my gun and then flash him, Adobe
White girl, but she ride like a pony
Finished and then she said, okie dokie
Choppa by my side so I am not lonely
Hit him so hard, he did the hokey pokey
My glockie hit him and all of his homies
Nigga on the gram, he flexin' his Rollie
Pull up in all black, skirt off, roly-poly
All of that talk on the gram, you said that you real
You better show me, bitch

Bitch take it off, and then slurp me up pronto
I beat her shit while I choke her out, combo
Made her get naked and f*ck on my flagpole
My shit is corny and my shit is a dad flow
She bitin' her lip while she look at me, uh-oh
Put on my floaties and splash in her puddle
Lil' Asian bitch, long neck, with an afro
I'm deep in that bitch like the straws in the scarecrow

Come on, bro
Yo, Devan, look, bro (what?)
I don't think people understand how hard that bar is, bro
I'm deep in that bitch like the straws in the scarecrow (Yeah, it's a bar, It's fire)
Come on, bro
(They really sleep man)
Y'all niggas can't f*ck with me, bro