Dorky Ass Boy

Lyrics

[Intro] Ayy-ayy, nah, huh Ayy, turn this shit up, man, I ain't wastin' no time I'm finna ho y'all niggas Ayy (P. Dot got that pack) [Verse] Thought she was that until I showed her little freak ass Thought he was fresh until I hoed his little cheap ass Yo' bitch ass heavy and soft like a bean bag Ha, I bought her two cigarettes, one for your fiend ass Ayy, I hate a broke ass fake pimp (Ayy) Nigga beggin' hoes for money, you a straight simp Homeless ass boy, what would you do if they didn't make tints? Boy, you lucky you ain't die of starvation (Haha) Hangin' 'round crabs in a bucket, feel like Plankton Niggas hate me in my city 'cause I spank shit Hit a pussy nigga where it hurt, fuck his main bitch Got a body on a pole like Hangman And ayy, got her on a tight string like I'm Kyrie Shе just wanna shut the fuck up and pay me my fee (Ayy, ayy) Yeah, I feel likе I'm Mike V, I got Nike sneaks I'm in Arizona IC, that's an ice tea All strips, ten piece like a wing dinner (Ayy) Out the way, low-key like I sing tenor Is it me or do my old friends seem bitter? I'm froze, my neck so burr like it don't drink liquor Just left your bitch house with slob on my jean zipper Wait, before he had chicken, he was a pretender Wait, before I had chicken, I told him, "Dream bigger" They was sleepin' on my lines like a lean sipper Remember? Lavier, I know you remember All them long talks about this vision, I see 'em clear Free them team members, gotta line up just to eat dinner (Ayy, free the boys) I'ma hold it down, guarantee, nigga Ayy, how you fresh with no money? Nigga, sell them clothes Fuckin' bitches every day, nigga, sell them hoes Horny ass nigga, ayy, nigga Ayy, yo' ass don't need Jesus, you need to sell yo' soul Lame ass nigga, ayy Ain't got no money or no motherfuckin' opps, nigga, sell yo' pole Yeah, I smoke the best shit 'cause I'm a big dawg You somewhere pullin' on mid, niggas Chris Paul Big boss, woke up today to twenty missed calls Dorky ass boy ain't got no bitches, tryna list crawl The thirty stick into the arms is like a lint ball I'm at the bank with lead on me, 'bout to withdrawal The hoes say you eat pussy the best 'cause yo' dick small Lil' nigga, ayy (Ha) Big cribs, whips, trophies, I keep droppin' like a Sprint call Ayy (Ayy)