Uh, yeah
Mhm, a-ha
Yeah
(Awful Records)
Yeah
Niggas got it out the mud
All you niggas is some studs
All your hoes catchin' nuts
But I'm not one to judge
Keep the white like McFlurry
Plug call me Pill Murray
I've been drinkin' on some bourbon
Nigga sick as f*ck, slurrin'
Got two horns like Bruce Wayne
Naked, f*ckin' on your boo thang
F*ck her in the ass like Hussain
Feel like HOV get a new lane
Red cup, red cup
F*ck around, boy, get your head buss'
Red rum, red rum
F*cked on your hoe, got her head sprung
I can't roll a blunt, but I can roll a dollar bill
You keep f*ckin' with my money, I might have to get you killed
Yeah, yeah, yeah, thought we had a deal
Yeah, yeah, yeah, thought niggas was chill
You keep talkin' to my bitch, boy we might have to get you knocked
E'rrbody on my payroll, yeah, yo' niggas and the cops
So don't try to call 12, they might shoot you on the spot
They gon' send yo' ass to hell if you keep playin' with my knots
(What?)
Yeah
Ayy, when I feel sad a nigga start sippin'
Puttin' them Percs in my pinot noir
Crushin' up blues in my designer shoes
When I slip on red carpet I look like a star
Pullin' her bloomers off
Pourin' that sauvignon blanc on her titties and lickin' it off
Hermes chain go from her tatas to kitty
She say she want bad boy, I turned into Diddy
Ooh, yeah, I turned into 50
A nigga on BET, nigga on STARZ
Everybody wanna know who in my car
Told my lil' bitch to go sit in the car
Everybody wanna know how that boy ball
Found her at the party, then f*cked her in the stall
Break a bitch back like Bane
Mask on my face, yeah I'm bringin' the pain
I can't roll a blunt, but I can roll a dollar bill
You keep f*ckin' with my money, I might have to get you killed
Yeah, yeah, yeah, thought we had a deal
Yeah, yeah, yeah, thought niggas was chill
You keep talkin' to my bitch, boy we might have to get you knocked
E'rrbody on my payroll, yeah, yo' niggas and the cops
So don't try to call 12, they might shoot you on the spot
They gon' send yo' ass to hell if you keep playin' with my knots
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Uh, yeah
Mhm, a-ha
Yeah
(Awful Records)
Yeah
Niggas got it out the mud
All you niggas is some studs
All your hoes catchin' nuts
But I'm not one to judge
Keep the white like McFlurry
Plug call me Pill Murray
I've been drinkin' on some bourbon
Nigga sick as f*ck, slurrin'
Got two horns like Bruce Wayne
Naked, f*ckin' on your boo thang
F*ck her in the ass like Hussain
Feel like HOV get a new lane
Red cup, red cup
F*ck around, boy, get your head buss'
Red rum, red rum
F*cked on your hoe, got her head sprung
I can't roll a blunt, but I can roll a dollar bill
You keep f*ckin' with my money, I might have to get you killed
Yeah, yeah, yeah, thought we had a deal
Yeah, yeah, yeah, thought niggas was chill
You keep talkin' to my bitch, boy we might have to get you knocked
E'rrbody on my payroll, yeah, yo' niggas and the cops
So don't try to call 12, they might shoot you on the spot
They gon' send yo' ass to hell if you keep playin' with my knots
(What?)
Yeah
Ayy, when I feel sad a nigga start sippin'
Puttin' them Percs in my pinot noir
Crushin' up blues in my designer shoes
When I slip on red carpet I look like a star
Pullin' her bloomers off
Pourin' that sauvignon blanc on her titties and lickin' it off
Hermes chain go from her tatas to kitty
She say she want bad boy, I turned into Diddy
Ooh, yeah, I turned into 50
A nigga on BET, nigga on STARZ
Everybody wanna know who in my car
Told my lil' bitch to go sit in the car
Everybody wanna know how that boy ball
Found her at the party, then f*cked her in the stall
Break a bitch back like Bane
Mask on my face, yeah I'm bringin' the pain
I can't roll a blunt, but I can roll a dollar bill
You keep f*ckin' with my money, I might have to get you killed
Yeah, yeah, yeah, thought we had a deal
Yeah, yeah, yeah, thought niggas was chill
You keep talkin' to my bitch, boy we might have to get you knocked
E'rrbody on my payroll, yeah, yo' niggas and the cops
So don't try to call 12, they might shoot you on the spot
They gon' send yo' ass to hell if you keep playin' with my knots
(What?)
Mhm, a-ha
Yeah
(Awful Records)
Yeah
Niggas got it out the mud
All you niggas is some studs
All your hoes catchin' nuts
But I'm not one to judge
Keep the white like McFlurry
Plug call me Pill Murray
I've been drinkin' on some bourbon
Nigga sick as f*ck, slurrin'
Got two horns like Bruce Wayne
Naked, f*ckin' on your boo thang
F*ck her in the ass like Hussain
Feel like HOV get a new lane
Red cup, red cup
F*ck around, boy, get your head buss'
Red rum, red rum
F*cked on your hoe, got her head sprung
I can't roll a blunt, but I can roll a dollar bill
You keep f*ckin' with my money, I might have to get you killed
Yeah, yeah, yeah, thought we had a deal
Yeah, yeah, yeah, thought niggas was chill
You keep talkin' to my bitch, boy we might have to get you knocked
E'rrbody on my payroll, yeah, yo' niggas and the cops
So don't try to call 12, they might shoot you on the spot
They gon' send yo' ass to hell if you keep playin' with my knots
(What?)
Yeah
Ayy, when I feel sad a nigga start sippin'
Puttin' them Percs in my pinot noir
Crushin' up blues in my designer shoes
When I slip on red carpet I look like a star
Pullin' her bloomers off
Pourin' that sauvignon blanc on her titties and lickin' it off
Hermes chain go from her tatas to kitty
She say she want bad boy, I turned into Diddy
Ooh, yeah, I turned into 50
A nigga on BET, nigga on STARZ
Everybody wanna know who in my car
Told my lil' bitch to go sit in the car
Everybody wanna know how that boy ball
Found her at the party, then f*cked her in the stall
Break a bitch back like Bane
Mask on my face, yeah I'm bringin' the pain
I can't roll a blunt, but I can roll a dollar bill
You keep f*ckin' with my money, I might have to get you killed
Yeah, yeah, yeah, thought we had a deal
Yeah, yeah, yeah, thought niggas was chill
You keep talkin' to my bitch, boy we might have to get you knocked
E'rrbody on my payroll, yeah, yo' niggas and the cops
So don't try to call 12, they might shoot you on the spot
They gon' send yo' ass to hell if you keep playin' with my knots
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Writer: Centel Orlando Mangum, Nate Donmoyer
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.