If this song good, no go stop the ditty guy pack, smoke it up yo that shit gon' be smack I been lookin' fast, I'm smokin' over it, the guy shot some spank, damn His man's real, he a fact, he's hot, we never lack, now look at this dumbest guy left in the cab Spent the day t-shirt, ain't makin' it bad, spent the day bitch out of catchin' it high Ay, ay, spent the day bitch out of catchin' it high, you talkin' my mom's like what? Get the fuck on, now that he got poking his chest, get big fat as long as I smoke it up bitch, I mix it with Vaughn Damn, y'all can't do what I do, no go stop the subboots And ditty guy knockin' the shoes, I'ma get my marigot to get to these blues Gaga boom is the uppity boom before the job gets put on the news.

Dum dum dum dum dum dum dum dum, custom fuck up.

Dang you eat that no crumbs left the whole table is gone

Shut the fuck up you little bitch you can't make music

AHHHHHHHHHHH

Little bro is going to get out of the hood. It's quite peculiar. Yeah

Put the phone on the fucking counter now and go to bed.

We making it out the playground with this one brown.

You know you can just play the song so nobody has to hear your stupid ass voice.

That shit fire. I'll call 911.

Brawl let go of this drill shit bro is over bro this is lame it's the same shit and I will gosh I am with the fucking ass and I listen to R&B and country by this