Unaware

M.D.B Uh Um Yea I can't believe that they not hip By any means, they know before I leave, my Glock stay on my hip They know that he is all about the green, I'm broccoli on this shit Them niggas hate the sauce, don't know I go hibachi on his bitch I'm Miley off the molly Taylor Swift'd Think I'm playin' bout my cheese until he Swiss'd, his ass a bitch I got they ass in disbelief, I be so fly, must be the shit Niggas not ready for the work, I told they ass to call in sick My bitch drink Taylor Port, I taste it on her lips, it got her drunk as shit, she throwin' up She tryna eat the dick, said it's too much of it, I'm not the one Don't talk to me unless you talkin' money, the ventriloquist Don't talk to me in front of my bitch, swear I don't know the bitch Get close to me, got Harley equipped, f*ck around ghost The bitch in love with me, myself and my dick, she love to show her tits She on her knees, her legs and her feet, you keep your Glock in there? I told her ass draws PSD, you keep your cock in there? I can't believe, they can't believe that I'm not it By any means, that if I freeze, I'll be the coldest of them yet Whip got no keys, like "Yes Indeed," should've been featured on that bitch I changed the station on your shit I get shit poppin' like a zit