Throw It Back! (feat. Joejoe2fyee)

Ayy, Glock, run your ass down with that chop Ayy, yeah, f*ck nigga, look I Can't be doin' all this fuckin', ho, throw it back If you gon' be doin' all that suckin', bitch, do it right. Man who doin' all that fuckin' cuffin' that shit, is for the night A nigga ain't goin' for no discussion, finna go serve a pack You can catch me swervin' through the bricks, tryna catch a opp Two times silly with that stick, jit be flippin' cars You know I be silly with my dick, I be fuckin' bops She be gettin' silly with that blick, her Glock got a cock You can send me anything, but it's not a white ho I like a red bone slim petite wit' white toes I don't want no good girl, bitch, I want a ratchet ho And if the head good f*ck, nigga, you know I got a pass too, bro F*ck my ex, bitch, she look like Geico Oh, what the f*ck, nigga, you should've stayed right, ho F*ck that dyke, ho, both of y'all can catch that light, ho You ain't got no pole, if you mad, then jit, you know my lo Well bitch, I wanna f*ck, let me know when you ready Let me f*ck up them guts, let me nut in that belly Nigga thought we weren't for real, nah, this is what happened He need to kill that boy, and it's a different type of clappin We never gave a f*ck, come on Go represent your block, come on You should've never talked, yeah come on Cause now we in your bop, take this dick, ho We don't give a f*ck about no rich ho F*ck, nigga, you know we gon' f*ck her in her limo F*ck, nigga, don't even pass me no big ho, I don't even like those Every single day, we outside with them big poles We outside with Big drums, f*ck, nigga, you better get low We fuckin' on your thot, huh, she give a good throat I wanna go flip that Glock, huh, okay, 10-4 Choppa gon' make him dance, huh, make him tango he told me throw that shit back, I told him, show me 10 racks Mr. always stayin' on business, he gon' always come right back All that flaggin' on the net, that's gon' get your ass clapped Knowin' when he really see me, he don't even act like that All you bitches screamin', my man, my man, my man , let's just cap He don't even claim yall hoes, he don't even text y'all back Y'all be worried about the next nigga, but can't even get a stack Y'all be drenched up in some Gucci, knowin' it's fake, that's hella wack Postin' pictures on the gram, I'ma really smoke your pack I only smoke exotic weed, I don't even wanna tap Bitch it's big JoeJoe it's this shit, I don't even got a cap Y'all be takin' one for the team, knowin' that that shit be bap I said lets do it, let's get into it Yeah, I said let's do it, I Can't be doin' all this fuckin', ho, throw it back If you gon' be doin' all that suckin' bitchdo it right. Man who doin' all that fuckin' cuffin' that shit, is for the night A nigga ain't goin' for no discussion, finna go serve a pack You can catch me swervin' through the bricks, tryna catch a opp Two times silly with that stick, jit be flippin' cars You know I be silly with my dick, I be fuckin' bops She be gettin' silly with that blick, her Glock got a cock