Andrew Luck

Isaac you so cold Yeah, look That nigga ain't talking about money he ain't talking bout much Your hoe eat the dick ice spice she a munch I promise I'm not tryna fuss my bro like Kobe, he stay tryna clutch Okay, I promise I'm not tryna f*ck You can give me that hit on your time of the month Man, look, my nigga hate 12 so much he'll probably get mad he see Andrew Luck I been a big baller, I probably should sign with LeVar and LeMelo Know a nigga that's whippin' the pot so much Nigga had to get work on his elbow Man, look, the bitch for the Sesame Streets she friendly as f*ck the bitch like Elmo Okay, they ask me, is anyone colder than Isaac it's funny cause I told them, hell no Been standin' on biz mo pepto, nigga want beef, get smoked, cigarillo Yeah, she said that she don't like singin' I hit it from the back, and she hit a falsetto Okay, the way that I dive in the pussy It's like the Olympics, I need to gold medal Look, her nigga keep callin' her phone I feel like Adele, I answer like hello That nigga ain't talking about money he ain't talking bout much Your hoe eat the dick ice spice she a munch I promise I'm not tryna fuss my bro like Kobe, he stay tryna clutch Okay, I promise I'm not tryna f*ck You can give me that hit on your time of the month Man, look, my nigga hate 12 so much he'll probably get mad he see Andrew Luck Man, look, my nigga hate 12 so much He'll probably get mad if he see Travis Hunter Put dick in her mouth if she run it I hear it from the back, and Sha'Carri, she running Yeah, you wanna see what it feel like to be beefin wit ike put your hand in the oven Yeah, my nigga hate 12 so much He found him a 10 and he ain't tryna cuff her Okay, I don't want awards, but I do want my flowers You wanna see magic, give Isaac stu, some hoes and a couple of hours My nigga need noise cancellation The problems go up and the weed gettin' louder The convo was dry, then she did a line I guess that she needed the powder You won't get a drop off of me from the bitches you sending that think they arousin Look, you suckin' the dick and you cook Don't worry, lil' bae, come to me for the housin You say I'm a bitch? You wildin I can get his lil' ho off the dick and the wallet Look, and I don't like handouts, I ain't been askin' for shit since I've been in a college Call my phone if you really want beef Damn, I got a lil' hoe from the east Everybody love me, I feel like I'm Meech My bitch bad and my pockets on grease Send me the bread if you want you a feat I need compensation to hop on a beat He beat on his hoe cause she listen to me He don't even know that his hoe for The streets That nigga ain't talking about money he ain't talking bout much Your hoe eat the dick ice spice she a munch I promise I'm not tryna fuss my bro like Kobe, he stay tryna clutch Okay, I promise I'm not tryna f*ck You can give me that hit on your time of the month Man, look, my nigga hate 12 so much he'll probably get mad he see Andrew Luck