On The Bool Side

Lyrics

[Intro] (I got exotic pack) (Jose the Plug) On Bloods Every time I'm in the kitchen, your ass in the kitchen This an opp pop Boy Man [Verse] Uh, I just sold a half a thing right there at the park This bitch asked me how my day go, I don't know where to start This whip, it ain't got no ignition, baby, it's a push-to-start Uh, in a McLaren, pull a mercy brake just to park Unc', he just whipped a whole brick, it look like Noah's Ark Uh, two thousand dollar wig, my bitch ain't got no part Uh, if you want me to break you off, you gotta play your part Uh, hit his ass up with the Drac', he missin' body parts Uh, I just want the money, fuck the fame Uh, the bullets hit his head, this shit a shame Uh, hurry up and call a coroner, uh, pick up his brains The boy and girl, it ain't the same, but I'ma let it share a lane Thе dope game still the samе, the players only thing that changed Uh, Peter Parker ain't the only one with Mary Jane Uh, they say, "Damn, Dreg, why you stop rappin'?" 'Cause your bitch ass ain't never stop cappin' Get it in, weight it up, and seal it in the plastic Uh, tell Meg thee Stallion I'm a dope-sellin' Randy Savage Uh, a nigga play with me, his ass get shot Dropped, popped, quick, pour him in a pop "What you sippin', Dreg?" This an opp in my pop Uh, yeah, I'm switchin' states, ain't no fold in my knot Uh, she'll sell her soul just to hit a rock Uh, I'll pay the fee just to get his drop Uh, I'm still on the road even though it's hot Yeah, I'm down the way, she fiendin' for the cock Uh, dad hat on, sneaker servant, duckin' cops Put a ki' in the— uh, and twist it 'til it lock Yeah, I got surprise for you, come test it when it dry Yeah, I put the rap on pause, they waitin' on me to drop Uh, this a brand-new Glock, I pull up tryna test the fire I can't even lie, I'll never testify Pro Bowl, at half-time, these niggas switchin' sides Uh, we just slid in a striker, now we switchin' rides He gave the dope a thumbs-up, but he ain't hitchin' rides Don't look inside that bag, it's a risk inside I'm just bickin' in the zone on the boolin' side I sent him out with the clips, they on the movie side Sent her down to Miami for a booty job She even got her tummy tucked, she on the bougie side I pray I die gettin' pussy on the Bruce Willis side Uh, man, I sip so much drank, I need a kidney now Uh, all this work I pass out, guess I'm a teacher now Uh, you was just in the game, you on the bleachers now Uh, I'm too busy on the road to do a feature, huh? Uh, you too hot on this phone, back to the beeper, huh? Uh, she was tryna suck it slow 'til I grabbed her head Uh, now I'm fuckin' her from the front, grabbin' on her legs I'm goin' balls deep in her, she fallin' off the bed Uh, she a proper bitch, she left, said, "'Til we meet again" Uh, my Amiris growlin', damn, it's time to eat again Uh, my Amiris growlin', damn, it's time to leave again Man, I thought she had some money, I got tricked again She pulled up with the swiftest John, that shit a pickup friend Uh, damn, my opp on life support, he 'bout to kick the can Uh, they like, "Damn, you doin' shit I never thought was real" Like, how the fuck you playin' offense, sendin' blitzes still? Like, how the fuck you in the stu' and in the kitchen still? Like, how the fuck your name global, in the trenches still? Like, how the fuck I'm blowin' in there and we ain't got no kid? Like, how the fuck he grown as hell and he ain't got no wheels? Like, how the fuck he say that and he ain't split no wig? Like, we was playin' Call of Duty, still wouldn't have no kills (Still wouldn't have no kills) [Outro] Tuh, uh, boy Every time I come in the kitchen, your ass in the kitchen