The Enterprise (Pookies Dead)

She call me Nino when I hit it from the back She say meow when pulling her panties down Dat nigga Forever I vow We Benjamin bingeing F*ck that sentiment rap Bats wit nails driven Swingin like Ken Griffey Punctual pen pimpin You was slippin her mickeys F*ck boys gives bitches hickeys All that dumb shit You can miss me Let me flip it I'm good with the kitchen Bang out Better hope doc good with the stitches Better hope it don't get back that you snitching Cuz they gone leave you twitching behind the pavilion Then ride off blasting one in a million You looking for sympathy from the unforgiving Its like a preaching to the unattended Or Jordan trying to negotiate dough for pippen It ain't happening It ain't happening It ain't happening It ain't happening Black jeep back seat... i got a couple Tear drops... pitch forks Is on the muscle In the gladiator stash spots, in the navigator Lori harvey femme fatal Niggas mad they ate her Frog legs.. gumbo.. we eatin alligator Cross legged guns blow And hear about it later Jewelry poppin... way of life Take your girlie shoppin Hang wit heathens... lay wit christ You know she surely boppin Obsolete She wit god... Kissin and washing feet Top elite understand that aint nobody stoppin me Untouchable unfuckwitable criminals Faggots swallow they tongue And try to stick to subliminals How many times I gotta say that i aint fuckin wit yall They'll find your body rotting stinkin in the trunk of a car Heard they cuttin niggas fingers off Smoke a cigar While im toasting giving shots to hoes Up in the bar