Lyrics
Bout to hit the mall in a minute
When I crawl windows tinted
Man my trunk thump sounding like a bowling balls in it
Bitch I'm the man
Blew fifty grand
All in the club and she ain't got no man
Twerking on me and she clap with no hands
Drop in a splits and she still shaking ass
Whip out my wallet and empty out cash
Mdma tripping balls blowing bands
Bitch I want ass ass I can grab
Ass I can smash and then ass I can pass
Bitch I want neck for some stacks
Not trying to be picky but bitch I will pass
Flirt up a storm then I'm dating her friend
Turn to my partner he's shaking his head
When I went out this is not what I planned
At the hotel room we breaking some beds
Neighbours complaining cause I'm banging her head
They kicked her ass out but she'll do it again
Bout to hit the mall in a minute
When I crawl windows tinted
Man my trunk thump sounding like a bowling balls in it
I pull up on six's hitting switches
Man I'm more throwed than baseball pitches
Pussy delicious you can say it's finger licking
I'm about as judgemental as a group of bitches taking pictures
Splitting swishers it's the pimpin' edition
I'm more baked than the cookies in your Grandma's kitchen
Free wishing tripping on an expedition
I could sail around the world and find the ninth wonder that's missing
Fingers glisten bout as bright as optimism
If pussy was a religion I would pray to that kitten
Leave her thinking how I never pitch in
Or offer to pay the bill but still sleep with women
Time's a tickin while pissin away life like a drunk who's been drinking
Styrofoam hitman fat hoes get stiff hand
Woke up in a chevrolet with a bunch of gymnasts
Bodies fidgeting hardly was their decision
But they all got wet like as if their trying to get their legs to rincing
Not to mention the pot intervention
We had for my brother that had a glock holding syndrome
System mixing victims kissing
Which one this one that ones sitting
On cock like she's trying to earn a ribbon
Harry Potter pimping hairy or not I'll still stick in
If she's on her period I will still Slytherin
Ashes flicking ass hitting
I don't say much like a group of white men fishing
I got reindeer hoes why
Cause they all a bunch of vixens
It was the best of worst times like Charles Dickens
All their heads stay bobbin like I'm feeding chickens
They after my bread like a group of angry pigeons
I'm impatient like a teen waiting for the drugs to kick in
My name spells criminal like I'm Richard Milhous Nixon
I get head in the white house like I'm Bill Clinton
Had a perfect week of smashing hoes like I'm Barney Stinson
Mathematical as Lisa Simpson
Tactical as El Chapo in prison
Like Donald Trump I'm too big for my britches
Too big for my bitches Too big for Mom's kisses
I whip out my dick and hoes on it like licorice
I hit women gyms and ask em to give my cock the lifting
Suddenly everyone's an expert in body building
My main goal is blow up and fuck up the walls and ceiling
Windows twitching rims spinning
I could hit a switch and my shit jump like athletes in olympics
I be sipping something different
Got me limping like Snoop Dogg just dropped it like it's hot and got the crippin'
All my niggas fuck shit up like twistas
Some people afraid of anal but me I stick my entire fist in
I'm like kids these days I just never seem to listen