[ Featuring Polyester The Saint ]
How you knock me, trout mouth musty mouth
Once a month bleedin' funky dog head bitch
I know you tired of living average
Lookin' a sloppy joe sandwich bitch
You walkin' 'round holding hands
Kicking cans bitch
I got something left for you bitch
See about it
I gets my stacks and I f*ck these rats
When I hit from the back
Know she like it like that
I gets my stacks and I f*ck these rats
When I hit from the back
Know she like it like that
I say yo, what's happenin'
You're young and you're looking
For some action need that rush, an orgasm
Thighs and your knees catch spasms
I know what you like
Pull your panties to the side
Face to the floor, ass to the sky
Look at what we 'bout to do right quick
F*ck, hit your purse then I split
I could come see you but
You can't come through
I'll never let 'em know where I stay at
Triple go twenty-fours, club all full of hoes
Taking pictures with your phone
I don't play that
You know me, I know you, hold up
You smoke weed, I do too, roll up
I drink Yak, how 'bout you, pour up
I pop one, you pop two, go up
I gets my stacks and I f*ck these rats
When I hit from the back
Know she like it like that
I gets my stacks and I f*ck these rats
When I hit from the back
Know she like it like that
I'ma come through, late night
If you ain't naked wear
Something that I like
Everything I do is in a gangster way
So when I kiss on your neck
You go crazy and say
G don't stop, keep going, that's it
What you want, I'ma do that shit
I want the money
I could come see you but
You can't come through
I'll never let 'em know where I stay at
Triple go twenty-fours, club all full of hoes
Taking pictures with your phone
I don't play that
You know me, I know you, hold up
You smoke weed, I do too, roll up
I drink Yak, how 'bout you, pour up
I pop one, you pop two, go up
I gets my stacks and I f*ck these rats
When I hit from the back
Know she like it like that
I gets my stacks and I f*ck these rats
When I hit from the back
Know she like it like that
Put your phone down
We ain't taking no pictures
I got to go if you ain't with the vision
Call your homegirl and tell her
I want to hit it
I got to go if your ass ain't with it
Put your phone down
We ain't taking no pictures
I got to go if you ain't with the vision
Call your homegirl and tell her
I want to hit it
I'm 'bout to go if your ass ain't with it
I could come see you but
You can't come through
I'll never let 'em know where I stay at
Triple go twenty-fours, club all full of hoes
Taking pictures with your phone
I don't play that
You know me, I know you, hold up
You smoke weed, I do too, roll up
I drink Yak, how 'bout you, pour up
I pop one, you pop two, go up
I gets my stacks and I f*ck these rats
When I hit from the back
Know she like it like that
I gets my stacks and I f*ck these rats
When I hit from the back
Know she like it like that