Ted Hughes (feat. Brodle)

Pull up a gatt Pull up an at Pop an addy Into the chat Popin a Cody Gettin rowdy Fuckin a bitch Throwin em up She suck my dick I save that shit I pop a cunt N' We pull up We down a cart N' smoke an ounce I pop a zan Get fucked up We pulling up a 'chine gun You messing with a mean one Not afraid to run and gun One pump and you're fuckin done We pulling all your bitches They fuckin wit another guy We know you fuckin missed em Where she at yeah, where she at She fucking in my bedroom She fucking wit the wrong one Pull up in my supercar Feelin' like a super star Her bra on my bedroom floor Pull up n I lock the door You know she asking me for more Why your bitch a fucking whore You know I am the one Pull up with no gun Sing this shit for fun Away the fuckers run Brodle on the beat He pull up in a jeep Make them fuckers weep Knock Yo ass asleep Open the fucking gates I'm feelin fucking great They dont appreciate But im not finna hate Cause i got hella jewels I'm jumpin in ma pool They look like hella fools Have nothing left to lose While im here in the news With ma brand new gucci shoes Just look at the reviews Forget bout the abuse So lemme drink this booze With ma man ted hughes Probably dont f*ck with him cuz He has a short fuse Where she fucking go With ya fucking bro We here smokin dope Lettin that shit go Sniffin hella blow Finna take things slow Still still a fucking dog Tho she suckin on my hog yo