[ Featuring Dougless Inu ]
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Who)
(Alright)
Ayy, rollin' up fast to the party (yeah)
Black Hawk Down like I'm Tom Hardy (yeah)
Smellin' the gas
Livin' too fast
And I'm thinking I might pass out now
Tell me what you is about
How long do you think you can countdown
Maybe three hours
But I'm not Howard
Stern with these other hoes (what)
My dick is a tower
I got the power
She say he He-Man on hoes (ooh)
You call me Zaddy
You got a fatty
I love how you curl your toes (ooh)
Of course, we gon' smoke up this blunt
And you can take off all your clothes (duh)
You got a man
Well what's the plan
That nigga don't need to knows
Bitch who's your mans, bitch who's your mans, bitch who's your mans, ayy
Bitch who's your mans, bitch who's your mans, who is your man, ayy
Bitch who's your mans, bitch who's your mans, bitch who's your mans, ayy
Bitch who's your mans, bitch who's your mans, who is your man, ayy
Hola my Allah and kin
Father be watching my family sin
Sugar on my mami lips
Reminder I'm one in a mil
I'm a dread-headed nigga
With dead presidentials
Led the facade
With a touch of pencil
Boo hoo you crying
The guy don't like kissing
You want it
You got it
For begging to sin, uh
Hulu and chill with the sex in the mix
Baby yo booty a ten, hey
Bukakke on you and yo friend face
F*ck what yo mama and friend say
I sleep on my temple
My semen on yours
Ya daddy stay pimping
With plenty of whores
Whores
Whores
Ha
Yeah
Bitch who's your mans, bitch who's your mans, bitch who's your mans, ayy
Bitch who's your mans, bitch who's your mans, who is your man, ayy
Bitch who's your mans, bitch who's your mans, bitch who's your mans, ayy
Bitch who's your mans, bitch who's your mans, who is your man, ayy
Bank account I got 8 figures
Think your girl titties got bigger
Bigger, bigger, bigger and thicker
And bouncing all over like that girl is Tigger
Don't touch my pants bitch
Or you gon' pull my trigger
Watch out girl 'cause it might hit your nigga
Then it's a fight
And we gon' take flight
Dirt off my shoulder like Jigga, ayy
I do not like it
You better off diking
Riding on pipe leave your bicycle trife
And I'm godly at night
Stroking on fleek
Got me bouncing my ice
Touche your tush would look better when hiking
Balls out your rear
My spot you reserve when I steer
Drunken on pleasure
Get wetter
So wetter her name be Katrina
She never came lesser, uh
