Around the Way (feat. Crook)

(Gas, super gas) I gotta start my shit Just to get the levels right before I start my shit So when I get high, I can just jump on this shit (You handle that bottle like a dick) Yeah Yeah Can't hear you Earphones on you stupid hoe (Bitch I can't hear you) (Bitch) (Bitch said she knew me from around the way) Here stupid hoe (Bitch I can't hear you) I still have earphones on you stupid hoe (I'm talkin' shit, bitch) Bitch I can't hear you (Hoe, hoe, oh... yeah, the beat drop) (Bitch I can't hear you) Yeah, huh, me no play Bitch said she knew me from around the way Yeah, huh, me no play (One more time for the goddamn one time) (For the goddamn one time, two time, three time, one time) (For the goddamn one) Woo, woo, woo Woo, woo, woo, woo Yeah, I tell my bitch she tellin' fibs I hit one time, like way back when Swear to god, ain't seen her since Well, that one time she had her kids She pulled up, still got it in They were fine, her windows tinted Her bumper though? Yes, I dent it Fucked her hard, my pubes imprinted (Yeah, uh) Yeah, make a way Persuade a dummy ditz to go both ways Lick her pussy deep off in her tummy, aye Dick so deep, she got a tummy ache Other hoe lick cum off her face Damn, I forgot the name of what's her face Last name was White, no not like race Either way the White bitch got it on her face Ass slap, pick up the pace Lil' bitch you know I ain't got all day Brag tag, I got first place Hoe now wipe me down and we'll close this case Okay, anyway Back to you and what the f*ck she say? She said she knew me from where? Where? Oh, where? Bitch I can't hear you (F*ck you bitch) (Nigga kind of bummy, but he funny on a bar) Bitch I can't hear you (You a bitch) (I have earphones on, you stupid hoe) Bitch I can't hear you (Dick) (One time for the one time for the one time) (Bitch I can't hear you) (Bitch I can't hear you) The beat drop (Bitch I can't hear you) (Bitch I can't hear you) Yeah, uh, bitch don't play Heard me just fine when I asked for a three-way You don't want the hoe to be the one who dictates Tell you what the dick rates Show you how the clit tastes Why you actin' like you ain't a fan of a hoe? Head game alone got your ass movin' slow Tighter grip on my hips, every inch, feel it grow Can't even front, got your back like a bro F*ck you Crook, I just wanna talk shit But this hoe a real fan, no it ain't just dick Better rhymes, thicker lines, wishful crooked plot twist Got these rappers spittin' bars but they ain't worth shit Boom bap rap shit Thinkin' their raps hit Cappin' every line so their flow's like dog shit Hoe fuckin' beats, not hoppin' on y'all dicks Maybe spit a verse, before spittin' on my shit (Chill, chill, chill) You a bitch (F*ck nigga) Hey, like f*ck all y'all (F*ck all y'all, yeah yeah) (Yuh) (Aye, yuh yuh yuh) But for real But for real That bitch said she knew me from around the way (Hey, like f*ck all y'all) Hey (Hey) Where you goin' lil' hoe? Can I come to your place? (Aye, yuh) Get a lil' oatmeal cake? (Aye) Maybe put a creampie in your face? (Yuh, aye, yuh) Bitch said she knew me from around the way (I got earphones on still stupid hoe) (Me no play) (F*ck nigga) (I still have earphones on you stupid hoe) (Oh, you'll hear it back, you'll hear it back) (I cannot hear you, hoe) (Oh, oh, the beat drop) ('Round the way, bitch said she knew me from around the way)