Whoop N Wham

Lyrics

I'm a talk to you how I talk to you I'm a I'm a talk to you how I talk to you Michigan Made Ay, Bitch Bitch you need some me I'm a talk to you how I want to I'm off RP's I'm a talk to you how I want to get on yo knees Triple cup, Wocky, big cookie ay Lame nigga I can see yo bitch pussy I'm a talk to her how I talk to her I'm off drank I'm a talk to her how I talk to her fuck you thank We got FN's, we got AR's, we got Drake I can't bick it wit no bitch less she ignint She don't understand my slang she ain't wit it Looking for that foreign I talk bout bitch we in it That nigga you be with don't be in shit but his feelings Faggot, I got the work and let him have it Never mind I'm remixing and relaxing And I'm taxing 'Fore them chickens make me wacky Little baby booty big but her titties saggy Let me load her whip with them bricks help me wrap em I ain't a rapper Baby tell me how you really feel I can handle, anything you know I'm really real When he grabbed you, was it like this or was he trying to kill you [?], Still I need you for my brother pills Baptized in my own tears I been in the field Freaky momma, see my pain but she just want my percs So I'm a hit her, with this thang and put that hoe to work Icy chain, off dog and cane that she keep in her purse Lil hoe done came, with everthang know I need it hurt She in love, with the gang the eight-ball on her shirt She got aim, fool a nigga brains like April the first I had to ask, is your license perfect sis She like, why?, I'm like for driving purposes I'm sick she came pretty face pussy squirt thang Make it hard for me to focus on the workplace Still make it easy kill time on the slow days I'm the reason she been trynna be a better bitch She done got the trap and I won't let her quit I might break her heart if I share my dick I might break her heart if I break her heart Just fucked up yo head, don't know where to start Drako in my truck, left that bitch in park She a yellow bitch, got her off the dark I'm a young nigga I got hundreds old It ain't DZ then I don't trust a soul It ain't Skilla Baby he don't know the code I ain't with DT then I ain't on the road She on the blow-up mattress measuring some blow Dog bitches, put em on the floor It's ironic how that dog will put you on your toes I heard yo momma snort G74's up her nose I heard yo momma wanna hit me can't fuck up the business If you a opp she getting popped, I put that on my niggas I got some new shit in the Glock you better get wit it This bitch ain't come with no dick it got the big titties Down payment on a drop off a quick fifty I'm serving fiends straight drop in the hick city Re-up little brother new name is big got-eem Cause every time I sick him on a nigga he get him HUUUH