Part the Red Seas

Bitch I went to your hood, and nobody knew you Smoking a blunt so fat I thought it was Joe dude Bitch I went to your hood and nobody knew you Horseshoe on the shirt Its no voodoo Got no face tats That bitch got android, ain't no FaceTime Clock on my belt That's the waist time Pass the shot glass, paper green like grass Bitch I fly first class Girl, throw that ass back (Ay) You know I'm from Florida That's 239 for ya (Ay) I be puffin gas like that dude with the swastika Might eat yo girl for dessert you know I'm making her squirt Tell her, take off her shirt In the Lambo I skrt... (Ki kidi ki!) Skrt! Gung gung ginga Ging ging ginga gung Gung ginga Gung gung gung ginga Gun-n-n-n-ng ginga Gun-n-n-g ginga Gun gun Ga ga gung gung Ginga, ga ga gun ginga Ga ga gun ginga Gan gun ginga I give that bitch my pinga M-m-my pinga M-m-my pinga Ou Gun gun ginga Gun gun ginga Ah! Movin' weight, weight Movin' weight, weight Makin' shake, shake Makin' shake, shake 20 Ak's Bitch it's payday You too broke Shoes got lay-way I got hoes Them bitches crazy Im snitchin' bitch Just call me TREYWAY Pull my dick out Gettin' lips now Pull my dick out Won't have kids now Gung gung ginga Ging ging ginga gung Gung ginga Gung gung gung ginga Gun-n-n-n-ng ginga Gun-n-n-g ginga Gun gun Ga ga gung gung Ginga, ga ga gun ginga Ga ga gun ginga Gan gun ginga I give that bitch my pinga M-m-my pinga M-m-my pinga Ou Gun gun ginga Gun gun ginga Ah!