Hop out the hellcat and hit the Met Gala, I'm leaving puddles wherever I walk
Fendi, Prada, Marc Jacob Jacket, Balenciaga with my Gucci socks
I'm lovin' my bitch, she suck when I want, she suck the soul straight 'outta my cock
I'm sippin' that soda, you sippin' that wock
I need a strap gon' write with some chalk
I'm f*cking that bitch, I hate when you knock
Don't call me by Doc, just suck on my cock
They asking how much I made but
My number ain't on the clock
I'm working the block, I'm getting that cash,
I'm going to fast, 230 my dash
I hope I don't crash, JayEm with the gas,
Shit looking like grass, Juan won't pass
Criss Cross, Applesauce
Look at the ice on my wrist
My bars are so heat that it's melting my ice
And that's why I say I got drip
That girl say she want me but she getting nothing, she lickin' the tip of this dick
That nigga talk crap I got a lil temper, hit that bitch with a brick
You a bitch nigga bro, don't get mad cause I'm out here getting dough
Your girl a lil hoe, asked one time and she give me that sloppy Joe
Give us a night and I'll make her a f*ckin' pro
I don't know she said don't know how to take it slow
Flickin' her tongue, she know how to f*ckin' blow
Hate how I rap cause I can't get on f*ckin' flow
A lil gang eating so
Don't f*ck around cause I can't even take a joke
That foo said he wants the smoke, can't handle shit he chokes on a f*ckin' toke
Ask me for money bro, gotta' feel bad cause I ain't felt that f*ckin' broke
I'm slimy like f*ckin' yolk, pussy got wet so my dick got f*cking soaked
Kahfooty - Uncrustables (feat. JayEm++) Lyrics
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Hop out the hellcat and hit the Met Gala, I'm leaving puddles wherever I walk
Fendi, Prada, Marc Jacob Jacket, Balenciaga with my Gucci socks
I'm lovin' my bitch, she suck when I want, she suck the soul straight 'outta my cock
I'm sippin' that soda, you sippin' that wock
I need a strap gon' write with some chalk
I'm f*cking that bitch, I hate when you knock
Don't call me by Doc, just suck on my cock
They asking how much I made but
My number ain't on the clock
I'm working the block, I'm getting that cash,
I'm going to fast, 230 my dash
I hope I don't crash, JayEm with the gas,
Shit looking like grass, Juan won't pass
Criss Cross, Applesauce
Look at the ice on my wrist
My bars are so heat that it's melting my ice
And that's why I say I got drip
That girl say she want me but she getting nothing, she lickin' the tip of this dick
That nigga talk crap I got a lil temper, hit that bitch with a brick
You a bitch nigga bro, don't get mad cause I'm out here getting dough
Your girl a lil hoe, asked one time and she give me that sloppy Joe
Give us a night and I'll make her a f*ckin' pro
I don't know she said don't know how to take it slow
Flickin' her tongue, she know how to f*ckin' blow
Hate how I rap cause I can't get on f*ckin' flow
A lil gang eating so
Don't f*ck around cause I can't even take a joke
That foo said he wants the smoke, can't handle shit he chokes on a f*ckin' toke
Ask me for money bro, gotta' feel bad cause I ain't felt that f*ckin' broke
I'm slimy like f*ckin' yolk, pussy got wet so my dick got f*cking soaked
Fendi, Prada, Marc Jacob Jacket, Balenciaga with my Gucci socks
I'm lovin' my bitch, she suck when I want, she suck the soul straight 'outta my cock
I'm sippin' that soda, you sippin' that wock
I need a strap gon' write with some chalk
I'm f*cking that bitch, I hate when you knock
Don't call me by Doc, just suck on my cock
They asking how much I made but
My number ain't on the clock
I'm working the block, I'm getting that cash,
I'm going to fast, 230 my dash
I hope I don't crash, JayEm with the gas,
Shit looking like grass, Juan won't pass
Criss Cross, Applesauce
Look at the ice on my wrist
My bars are so heat that it's melting my ice
And that's why I say I got drip
That girl say she want me but she getting nothing, she lickin' the tip of this dick
That nigga talk crap I got a lil temper, hit that bitch with a brick
You a bitch nigga bro, don't get mad cause I'm out here getting dough
Your girl a lil hoe, asked one time and she give me that sloppy Joe
Give us a night and I'll make her a f*ckin' pro
I don't know she said don't know how to take it slow
Flickin' her tongue, she know how to f*ckin' blow
Hate how I rap cause I can't get on f*ckin' flow
A lil gang eating so
Don't f*ck around cause I can't even take a joke
That foo said he wants the smoke, can't handle shit he chokes on a f*ckin' toke
Ask me for money bro, gotta' feel bad cause I ain't felt that f*ckin' broke
I'm slimy like f*ckin' yolk, pussy got wet so my dick got f*cking soaked
Writer: Christian Hernandez, Jordan Moral
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