Lyrics

BRRRR Dropped the lo to the spot, I'm creepin finna head home She said she fighting to keep this shit alive, I said she dead wrong Tell that ho to put the pencil down, I ain't got time to be lead on Knowing if she fucks with me she can eat like 30 burgers cause my bread long So I'm dippin, grippin, slidin, ridin Hope them laws don't get behind me cause I'm smoking while I'm driving Know it's summertime, H-Town, and them bitches be profilin Keep that pistol on my side cause they young niggas out here wildling, just like Nick Cannon Sent my bitch out to Las Vegas just like Rich Gannon Just want to rap and get throwed, nothing like UGK, like Payton Manning I can drop a feather, call my brudda, they spending on they silly fanny[?] She thought that pussy was going to get her in, now she's staying in the Hamptons She staying in some deep night Gotta keep the feet right Know the jackers are out at night, so I ain't stopping for no street light I'm slidin to the crib, I'm finna bust shhh, Don Knotts She like the way I drip, plus I kick flavor like a Roundhouse She don't get the main crib, I sent the addy to the townhouse She like "What city you in?" and I told her "Bitch, this poundtown" All these niggas jock my flavors so she see it's going down down And this life shit ain't a movie, I can't let her catch my Blindside Beat me to the crib, I'm in the house, I'm trying to straighten up Just fucked a bitch last night, the bed messy, I'm trying to make it up Supposed to be here at 8:30, damn this bitch late as fuck Left a rubber on the floor, that bitch nasty, I'm trying to rake it up She sent me a text that said she's five minutes out I put them clothes in they closet and stuck my gun under that couch I'm logging out my Netflix, she already know what this about Soon as she walk in through that door, I'm driving dick off in her mouth Nah, for real This a dangerous game you give a ho a addy you could get killed But that pussy feel like heaven and that head game surreal She got to throwing that ass back and call her big mama like Madea And sent her ass to the bathroom, her phone was on the bed still Know this bitch a ho, I'm going through her phone and it ain't locked and she done sent a lo She sent a text to a nigga TTG, that mean she Trained To Go I know the city fast for real, but she must think a nigga slow Shot a fella to my bird and so that mean I want a nigga smoke[?] Shit, this must be a nigga ho Slappin on her ass, while I'm walkin her to a nigga do' My burner waiting by her car, he don gave a nigga ho Soon as she try hop in, he tell her put it on the flo' You know how this finna go Put it down, know the score We know you a janky bitch, we know you plottin on riding bro Pull it out your pocket, now put it on the curb This the perks when you in Splashtown and you fuck around with them birds BRRRR