Lyrics

[Intro] Drought 3 Yes, sir Look [Verse 1] I bought it out like Stunna I hope when we kiss, we make you sick to your stomach Stuntin' like my daddy and your mama eat rubbers I bet that I can do the mouth-to-mouth with your woman My house is a dungeon Yellow diamond ring lookin' like a little Funyun Stand on my toes, you can call me Paul Bunyan Switchin' up my flows like a nigga do construction The microphone wet 'cause my words like seduction And when we on the jet, you don't come up in the discussion And if you say you ballin', we probably don't trust ya And I know plenty freaky hoes that probably won't fuck ya Even if you pay 'em, boy, they probably won't fuck ya Only if I say that she can touch ya like Busta But she might cut ya and burn ya like Usher Me and my clique be in red like Russia I shit these rappers out and sometimes I forget to flush ya Grandaddy purp' or bubble kush crusher Explode in a bitch mouth like a Gusher Cash Money, Young Money, check the production I am just a Martian, get prepared for abduction [Verse 2] Um, I walk it out like crutches Two girls jump me like Double Dutches My nigga T-Streets know a girl named Duchess And every time he see her in the street, she be cussin' I told him he should wave the black flag 'cause she buggin' He said, "The pussy good," he said, "You dig?" So I dug him I'm lookin' for a real bad bitch with a husband I'll give her much dick and a whole lot of nothin' I'm spittin' like I stumbled on a gold pot of somethin' And when I was six, I saw my role model hustlin' So I gotta hustle These rappers talkin' 'bout a whole lot of nothin' You dropped me on Saturday, I sold out on Sunday Fuck is the arguin' 'bout? Nigga, Tha Carter out This is what I call Da Drought 3 And we don't walk it out, we drop-top-Porsche it out They better walk 'em out before we chalk 'em out We chalk it out, we chalk it out, we chalk it out, we chalk it out We chalk it out, we chalk it out, we chalk it out, we chalk 'em now They don't want it, uh-uh, no, they don't want it, uh-uh You see, they phony, I'm not, oh yeah, they phony, I'm not I Eastside walk it out, I bring New Orleans out I am a Saints fan, oh yeah, we marchin' now Like we're a saints band, I play the organs now And if they talkin', most likely, I'm what they talkin' 'bout My nigga T from the East roll up that forest now Man, I'm just tryna get my peanuts, I'm like Charlie Brown Okay, that Uzi make a Harley sound Take two of these and walk around Come straight from that homeless town This game belong to Carter now, bitch