Wicked Witch

Leave his body ice cold f*ck a pillow talk I ain't wit the rap beef we gon have to walk Big body Zooming grew a pair of wings like a hawk Know you wanna get the sauce know you finna stalk Ahhhh If its beef we spinning like ah shish kabob X sloppy on the tee like its doodle bob Side to side bitches slobbing on dis knob But lets get it straight man I aint talkin corn onna cob Reining champs motherfucker I throw a lob Yeah we ride with the mob we gotta do tha job Block yo bitch after we f*ck and she finna sob Sheeeesh, maybe that's to much 2Sap Take off the hat I ain't finna cap How you gon be rich all you take is naps Riding thru the gap clutching this bap You a net talkin cornball bitch, yeah we up the strap Talkin bout getting money, all you do is yap Chrome hearts onna hoodie Swing me that runtz cookie Talkin tough upping 5 fullys MVP 2 seasons not a rookie Cant put the fear in me bitch no woody You a whole bitch and a big pussy Winding down off the yurky keep the strap happy Spanish bitch in the room callin me da pappy Brodie done slid on the Yamaha 2 wheeler Chappy Pointed at his feet and his toes get real tappy Finna get wacky off this Jacky bitches ass wider than a valley You like the real life SpongeBob, flipping krabby patties Playing chess or maybe Checkers but we pulling up to Rally's We on double time Brodie did the crime But he still tha slime Scamming selling thyme Call me optiums, im in my prime Mufucka I hit dimes Sipping purple with the lemon lime Hotter than the sun sublime Hollon, bitch, we finna switch it up Sleep wit one eye open like you Fetty Wap Two thots side by side gangy finna swap Turn them foam runners to some flip flops We ain't tote lil guns we got big glocks Big glocks, send em to tha chop shop, Knock em down knock em down knock em out his socks Young and hustling call me Matt OX We put ah hole thru an opp like we Tiger woods Shooter get like Carmelo throwing on ah hood And that Metal get to kicking like ah horses hoof And the Plug text my phone yeah he got the goods Like demolitions issa wrecking ball Miley Cyrus Testers beeping bout to swipe and send ah virus Its me, me, me, me and me, im my own stylist Cup leaking pouring up same color as an Iris You ain't finna shive my timbers f*ck a pirate Ice bottoms on the shoes clear cream soda Only sipping purple I ain't drink no yoda Yo bitch in different positions like it's yoga And I'm yo bitches favorite thing, like a mocha Getting to dis cat, like its Doja They ask how the f*ck I get so rich? How the f*ck can he take my bitch? How the f*ck did he find his niche? How the f*ck he pouring potions like a witch?