ARIZONASNEAKERS

Body geekin Look at wrist aye Baby come to sit on this on a dick aye The party lit Baby poppin' one or two I got three perc thirties for the gang and not for you All this Lucy got me twisted up in Alice Wonderland Pop a xan she a fan Now she all up in my pants F*ck Lil' Boosie he no badass He afraid of fuckin' men F*ck your sister, brother, cousin and you bet I'll f*ck your friend My fuckin' wrist I broke that shit lil baby sit up on the dick The parties lit I lost a percy and I'm pissed I'm feelin somethin' not okay is what it is Two two to the brain ooze and I spray goons till you pay dues Two tone bust down hoes wanna f*ck now Bullet for the snakes get gunned down Get run down on a runaway track I catch a body every bar of the track In the benz in the drop top Get your mans he a hop skotch For the mens who pull up Talk shit get rolled up Popstock caps like a soda hold up Drako out the window of the old toyota Keys in the motor Child rebel soilder I smoke rock I blow out the bolder I'm so dopamine I'm a fiend for the Doja got uppers downers like a roller coaster Catch me tweakin' I be geakin' I be thrill seakin' Every other weekend Don't ask me where your bitch been She been cheatin' Don't ask me bout a bag My bag increasin' Jourdan fours I be walkin' with the crease in them You ain't got a grand, there's no feature then Son of Satan, I fucked with the preachers kid F*ck around murder you and your next of kin