This one is for the girls with the boomin system
Big ass big titties with the cooler system and I
See your bitch and I f*ckin miss her and she
Drain my dick I'm not supposed to kiss her and I
Go long I wanna take a picture
When I see your bitch in public and I hit her with the nutter butter
Go raw yeah we like to mix the batter
Then it's in the oven and it's ninety f*ckin minutes and I
Slap that ass
Have a heatstroke
And I go hard
With the sprinkles
Throw that ass back
Have a heart attack
Bust a f*ckin nut
Have a f*ckin nap
Oof I'm feeling like the worst I
Might have to go hard might drop another verse
Ey do it till it hurts
Gonna put her in the earth
Take me back to baby days when I used to cry
Hit her with the throat coat finger in the sky
Lights out god damn
Thanking god that I made it out alive
Still in the f*cking trenches
Battle of my f*cking mind
Drop another gallon on her face
We're smoking on that good shit she thinkin that it's laced
Got me
Feeling some type of way
Feeling some type of f*cking way
Not feeling all these thoughts but they're spilling from my brain
Wanna f*ckin pause not f*ckin with this place
Got me
Feeling some type of way