Put a youngin in a blender
Season it to taste, now I'm sittin' down for dinner (Okayy)
Hit the bitch, no fender
Yeah I'm talkin' 'bout protection, skin to skin when I'm in her
Bust what I'm finna do and kick her out the room when I'm finished
I ain't kissin' and cuddlin' up with her
Raven do the most, playin' with her like a toy
'Cause I ain't have it like that back then when I was little (Ba- Back when I was little)
Makin' hoes pay the price (Ayy)
I'll be damned I let a hoe stay the night (Can't stay here)
Put a Coke on ice with a little bit of rum and some blow on the side
I'ma go all night, crush a X pill up, I don't know my height (I just know I'm up there)
And I'm so damn trife
Heart so cold, it be snowin' on mine (I don't care about shit)
It be snowin' like a muhf*cka everywhere I go 'cause I'm cold than a muhf*cka
Smokin' like a muhf*cka, pourin' like a muhf*cka
Muhf*ckas with me and they totin' like a muhf*cka
Ion give a f*ck about none muhf*cka, you should know that
Except when I'm askin' where the muhf*ckin' blow at
Hit a line, I ain't talkin' 'bout a conga
I'ma do my dance like Kodak
Make the house fall at the baseboards
Get too close to me, I'ma explode, no claymore
He don't want to pay more for the good dope
Go to the old bloke, you gon' be about a eighth short (I tried to tell ya)
But that ain't my problem
Only worried 'bout mines like Gollum
Boy I'm grown, you a toddler
Steppin' on shit, you should get a lil taller
7.62s, they gon' rip through his body
We fill him with shots till he spinnin' and nauseous
Bring in the load we gon' double it
Ain't talkin' blades when I'm cuttin' it, triple the profits (God damn)
That line? Bet not cross it
Pull the bazooka from out of the closet
We shootin' shit look like comets
Go head and put that lil .22 back in yo pocket (That shit ain't gon' help)
I got snow in the summer (Yup)
Catch a pack, boy you know I don't fumble (Nuh uh)
I got bitches on Bumble that's hittin' me up for the dick
They don't know that I'm trouble (I'm sorry)
Off a perc I'ma mumble
Mixin' that bitch with the Whitney, I'm gone off a bundle (Mhm)
Yeah I'm Him but I'm humble
Step up to me, f*ck around put a hole in yo bubble
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Put a youngin in a blender
Season it to taste, now I'm sittin' down for dinner (Okayy)
Hit the bitch, no fender
Yeah I'm talkin' 'bout protection, skin to skin when I'm in her
Bust what I'm finna do and kick her out the room when I'm finished
I ain't kissin' and cuddlin' up with her
Raven do the most, playin' with her like a toy
'Cause I ain't have it like that back then when I was little (Ba- Back when I was little)
Makin' hoes pay the price (Ayy)
I'll be damned I let a hoe stay the night (Can't stay here)
Put a Coke on ice with a little bit of rum and some blow on the side
I'ma go all night, crush a X pill up, I don't know my height (I just know I'm up there)
And I'm so damn trife
Heart so cold, it be snowin' on mine (I don't care about shit)
It be snowin' like a muhf*cka everywhere I go 'cause I'm cold than a muhf*cka
Smokin' like a muhf*cka, pourin' like a muhf*cka
Muhf*ckas with me and they totin' like a muhf*cka
Ion give a f*ck about none muhf*cka, you should know that
Except when I'm askin' where the muhf*ckin' blow at
Hit a line, I ain't talkin' 'bout a conga
I'ma do my dance like Kodak
Make the house fall at the baseboards
Get too close to me, I'ma explode, no claymore
He don't want to pay more for the good dope
Go to the old bloke, you gon' be about a eighth short (I tried to tell ya)
But that ain't my problem
Only worried 'bout mines like Gollum
Boy I'm grown, you a toddler
Steppin' on shit, you should get a lil taller
7.62s, they gon' rip through his body
We fill him with shots till he spinnin' and nauseous
Bring in the load we gon' double it
Ain't talkin' blades when I'm cuttin' it, triple the profits (God damn)
That line? Bet not cross it
Pull the bazooka from out of the closet
We shootin' shit look like comets
Go head and put that lil .22 back in yo pocket (That shit ain't gon' help)
I got snow in the summer (Yup)
Catch a pack, boy you know I don't fumble (Nuh uh)
I got bitches on Bumble that's hittin' me up for the dick
They don't know that I'm trouble (I'm sorry)
Off a perc I'ma mumble
Mixin' that bitch with the Whitney, I'm gone off a bundle (Mhm)
Yeah I'm Him but I'm humble
Step up to me, f*ck around put a hole in yo bubble
Season it to taste, now I'm sittin' down for dinner (Okayy)
Hit the bitch, no fender
Yeah I'm talkin' 'bout protection, skin to skin when I'm in her
Bust what I'm finna do and kick her out the room when I'm finished
I ain't kissin' and cuddlin' up with her
Raven do the most, playin' with her like a toy
'Cause I ain't have it like that back then when I was little (Ba- Back when I was little)
Makin' hoes pay the price (Ayy)
I'll be damned I let a hoe stay the night (Can't stay here)
Put a Coke on ice with a little bit of rum and some blow on the side
I'ma go all night, crush a X pill up, I don't know my height (I just know I'm up there)
And I'm so damn trife
Heart so cold, it be snowin' on mine (I don't care about shit)
It be snowin' like a muhf*cka everywhere I go 'cause I'm cold than a muhf*cka
Smokin' like a muhf*cka, pourin' like a muhf*cka
Muhf*ckas with me and they totin' like a muhf*cka
Ion give a f*ck about none muhf*cka, you should know that
Except when I'm askin' where the muhf*ckin' blow at
Hit a line, I ain't talkin' 'bout a conga
I'ma do my dance like Kodak
Make the house fall at the baseboards
Get too close to me, I'ma explode, no claymore
He don't want to pay more for the good dope
Go to the old bloke, you gon' be about a eighth short (I tried to tell ya)
But that ain't my problem
Only worried 'bout mines like Gollum
Boy I'm grown, you a toddler
Steppin' on shit, you should get a lil taller
7.62s, they gon' rip through his body
We fill him with shots till he spinnin' and nauseous
Bring in the load we gon' double it
Ain't talkin' blades when I'm cuttin' it, triple the profits (God damn)
That line? Bet not cross it
Pull the bazooka from out of the closet
We shootin' shit look like comets
Go head and put that lil .22 back in yo pocket (That shit ain't gon' help)
I got snow in the summer (Yup)
Catch a pack, boy you know I don't fumble (Nuh uh)
I got bitches on Bumble that's hittin' me up for the dick
They don't know that I'm trouble (I'm sorry)
Off a perc I'ma mumble
Mixin' that bitch with the Whitney, I'm gone off a bundle (Mhm)
Yeah I'm Him but I'm humble
Step up to me, f*ck around put a hole in yo bubble
Writer: Sam Jernigan
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