Lyrics

[Intro] Ah, yeah, alright Bitch, alright You know what the fuck goin' on, man (Marc Boomin, this you?) Free the whole ghetto, man RMC shit [Verse] It's 6:45, we at the brick house Unky dancin' on the work like he Chris Brown Bitch say she wanna fuck, whip my dick out If she don't give that pussy up, she gotta get out Ayy, gold Sky-Dweller on, this a half a hun' Yes, I paid all cash, so I'm braggin' some Bitch, that's not my baby, that's Brandon's son I just copped a brand new FN and a drum Yeah, that bitch hold a fifty now I'ma be outside thuggin' 'til they send me down I remember hoes ain't used to wanna fuck, guess what? They pick me now Ghetto Boy from the 810, with the shit, right? Yeah, ayy, look, fuck a bitch in the asshole, she can't sit right She wanna be with a nigga, I got a lit life I'm finna cut this bitch off, she on her fifth strike Drinkin' all the Wockeisha, we on our fifth pint Been grindin' hard, but I'm still on the road to riches Niggas act like hoes, they be out here exposin' bitches I need an eighteen-wheeler, yeah, this load is different If you like the shit I smoke, well, them 'bows expensive KelTec P50 'em, you gotta load it different We finna knock the building down, you gotta hold the ceiling I done fell in love with three bitches with no commitment Am I wrong for it? I ain't have to pay cash, I got a loan for it I just bought a trap house out in Mount Morris Ayy, we on the dirt road You gotta watch for potholes, nigga, swerve slow I got my switchy from the 'Raq, shoutout Swervo I'm finna open up the cage and let the birds go Shit, ayy, you know they flyin' south I should call this bitch a bag, she got a wide mouth I stuck my whole dick in her, she yelled, "Time out" You got her eatin' at the crib, ain't no dine out Huh, cheatin'-ass nigga, got a wifey at the crib We gotta fuck the hotel up 'cause she can't find out where I live I done bought all the Glocks, I'm tryna try me out a SIG You wanna sell some 'bows? Boy, you gotta fly me out to see 'em Whoo, and that's boss status He actin' like he got some money, but he talk average Baby Glock 43 make him walk backwards Hit the bitch missionary, doin' all damage I like a real nasty bitch like raw cabbage I'm finna beat her doonies down in a log cabin He talk about he in the field, he playin' all Madden Thirty-seven hundred for this Gucci fall jacket Comin' all captions