Super Mario Video (MV)

Yeah
Yeah
Bitch
Aye
Wait, just cough it up
Put you through hell and that wock is not strong enough
She sat on my Glock and I asked, is it hard enough
He runnin' from smoke, he ain't usin' his heart enough
Look what I got on my body
It's foreign language and she off of narcotics
Old heads be hatin on my dick about college
I ain't goin' my nigga Just know I ain't stoppin
I could f*ck on your bitch and your ho, I got options
I could get this shit brackin, You know how we rockin
And they say I went fed In the store, I was coppin
Keep your hoe far away,You know Tay he gon' knock it
And I heard the lil' shit that you said
Watch your back, I'ma take off your head
Boy, I'm way too high, eyes blooded up red
And we smokin' on wooh, shit too fed
And my pencils, they filled up with lead
Like I'm runnin' a route, I'ma stop and go
Ain't talkin' no pizza, we knock em down dominoes
I cannot wait till I catch lil' Mario
Screamin' out vamonos, told him it's time to go
I'm from the L and I'm talkin' bout the Lou, not Louisiana
I don't know about no Zydeco
She said she wanna f*ck with me, I asked where she from
And she told me she grew up in Idaho
She built like a animatronic, Bonnie
I'm the king of this shit, you my son, Bronny
And I got a too wet pussy-soakin' Dasani
Ima put that lil' hoe to the test, Johnny
Came to the conclusion, all these lil' hoes is the same
They gon' f*ck if I put on the chain
If I say it's a go, ain't no stoppin, you know
Gotta couple some racks for to send at your brain
Aye Tay, I heard you was f*ckin' with shhh
Don't mention that girl, man lil shawty is old news
I just be f*ckin' that girl and just be out the way
She gon' do what I say like a Roku
Trey five gas, and my fit propane
Occupying my lungs, no I ain't showin' love
He get hit with this, if he speak on the gang
Then we clean up the stain, and send him with the doves
And I heard Valentine's Day comin' up, This Glock gon' give him a kiss and a hug
Everything that I do don't be durin' the day
So we do it at night
Get him gone like I'm Suge
And that boy getting stepped on
Ain't never been in a band, but I'm nice with the sticks and the drums
Pussy boy, you get repped on
Why she try settin' me up? I ain't tellin' that girl where I was
And my neck on ski, ski
On my YSL shit, I'm a thug when I carry this gunna
Old dude tryna be me
Tryna be like my twin, pussy boy, no, you not my lil brudda
And I told my granny I'ma be on the cover of magazines
Looked at me crazy, then she asked me, what you mean
Like, granny, just watch it, watch how I turn it up
They call me a fiend, I'm addicted to runnin' up
Damn, I'm addicted to runnin' up
And that bag that you got, it ain't big enough
You cappin' bout motion, you know I got bigger bucks
JB3 up from the hip, he gon' hit him up
She f*ckin' with who? Ask me, do I give a f*ck
Hoes on my dick that I don't plan on givin' up
Nah I'm just playin' with these hoes, I'ma build them up
Break em' back down by the summer, they live it up