yoinky sploinky

Mr. Castel has double-crossed you, Mr. Graves She my bread and butter We get sweaty like the summer Fuckin' up the coochie like I dammed the Chattahoochee Please don't try and run up Boy you know that I'm a stunna You don't get to approach me Got that loaded yoinky sploinky Make your bitch go boinky On my motherfuckin' joinky In the mountains Smoky Like my motherfuckin' joint be What the f*ck you flexin' for You only wear your momma's clothes Shoppin' at the Gucci store I seen you go to Five Below I'm drinkin' on the Hennessy Eat the finest collard greens Drivin' in the Lamborghini Think that they might know it's me Ridin' 'round town, hol' up Ninety-nine pounds, hol' up Got a bitch in my seat I call her pals up Mount her, gon' drown Get 'em wet-tuh-tuh, they go wow Wait, someone called me up Who, who You dun' brought me up Woah, woah But I really wanna flow, flow Down the river we gon' backstroke Please don't try and run up Please don't try and run up Boy you know that I'm a stunna You don't get to approach me Got that loaded yoinky sploinky Got that loaded yoinky sploinky Please don't try and run up Boy you know that I'm a stunna You don't get to approach me Got that loaded yoinky sploinky Make your bitch go boinky On my motherfuckin' joinky In the mountains Smoky Like my motherfuckin' joint be What the f*ck you flexin' for You only wear your momma's clothes Shoppin' at the Gucci store I seen you go to Five Below I'm drinkin' on the Hennessy Eat the finest collard greens Drivin' in the Lamborghini Think that they might know it's me