Caillou (feat. JohnChasinCho)

On my mama Aye you just put an eighth in your wood where your weed go If he trying to foul you get shot like a free throw She gon' give me throat then i'ma be like where your knees go Got a whole menu baby tell me what you need though Bitch I know plugs that got more than your weed maps Seen you on the gram toting poles you got cheap straps I just hit for Ps tell lul bro he ain't need that Finna' get the pack run it back and retrieve that Put it in yo mouth and have yo main bitch choking I ain't even f*ck and I had the pussy soaking Yeah I'm slidin' in her ribs like some bone in All you niggas dirty on the ground you be roaching Aye i'ma clock a wood while I'm takin a piss Lul bro only 13 and taking the risk I ain't talking psychedelics but he taking a trip If he catch you on the ave he ain't playing to miss You can't catch me on the gram I deleted that shit And you better listen up I'm not repeating that shit She don't wanna f*ck with you cause I be beating that shit Take my girl out to dinner then I'm eating that shit Like woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah where the dro like Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah where the dro like aye Pin me as another money hungry misogynist Imma act like I don't know what my problem is Imma probably get on that ass I'm a suppository More than couple call me daddy how I'm not on Maury I loved bitches till I heard they couldn't clean they pussy I love smoking on the couch I be on my kush'n John in a hotbox it's a oven smoking on Alaskan Thunder he's dumb & I'm dumber Niggas brought up money wanna ask how to make some I know I ain't just hear an unemployed nigga say some I don't work but I be in the trap so I'm all good Pigs gon' do what pigs do & roll in the mud Hit the lick very very quiet wit' a Elmer Fudd Lifting up indo got my arms strong like lance Wallet phone keys & a dick sittin' in my pants Heard it take two to tango but only one to dance Eight shooters got my scope on Kaleido Buss back imma block the shot how Khawi do Take his dreads off now he lookin like Caillou Gun sound like a motorcycle ride'n by you Blood brother up in jail smoking up The Bible Still both eating off the trap like a place mat Mama never had us aborted we said thanks for that Hold up pause the beat real quick I got to weigh a bag Okay now I'm back I don't need pussy counting cho feel hella good Seven years I been selling goods selling hella good Keep sum gizzy on me the neighbors say I'm smelling good Higher than the house off of UP off the Gelonade Lil booty got a nice shape but is it jigglin' Redbone got the honey smack I'm diggin' em I ain't mischievous We finna tell the judge that I'm innocent Yeah it's Ikenation Could've killed myself I put that hard hat on & built myself I'm wit JohnChasinCho we chasin' cho it's Ikenation