Hangover

(Thank you, J X L A N, I appreciate you) Ayy Real street nigga, in the kitchen wrappin' 'bows when it was Christmastime Told a bitch I'm finna leave, don't forget your sign I'm like a watch fully bustdown, barely see the time Bitch got a wig and makeup on, but she still fine They say the water deep as f*ck, but I'ma still dive I be in the hood with the B's, it's a real hive Me and bro don't got no handshake, we slap five Hit this bitch for thirty-seven minutes, got my back tired Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh, beat the-, ah Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh, shit Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh, beat the cat down I growled at a bitch, she said, "Meow," she made cat sounds Finna WWE this bitch, she get smacked down You can tell we beatin' out this spot, this a trap sound You can touch your ceilings in your crib, that's a flat house I'm only in your city twenty hours, then I'm back out You ain't got no beat in your car, where the speakers at? It's gettin' cold as f*ck outside, where my heater at? I'm finna beat somebody ass, where my beater at? I'm finna pour a whole pint of Wock', where a two-liter at? Tryna buy a car off the lot, where a two-seater at? This bitch eat dick good, but I don't feed her ass Beat her doonies down, she go back home, you tryna beat her ass You a lil' nasty freaky dude, you gon' eat her ass I could teach you how to get some money, you don't need no class Get respect and I show respect, I don't need no pass Catch a nigga at a red light Bah-bah-bah-bah, I'm finna leave your ass Oh shit, f*ck Huh, oh shit, they shootin' at the whip, I'm 'bout to smack the coupe Please put my opps on the floor, throw me an alley-oop (huh) I'll get a nigga noodled like Campbell soup Bah-bah-bah, grab the whoop (huh) Man, my opps ain't no killers, they don't got shooters I'll box a nigga up, Skilla Zab Judah They said they said I'm a bitch, who started that rumor? That's why I don't like niggas, I be tryna fight niggas Huh, that's why every week, I'm in the strikers tryna strike niggas Huh, real pit, fucked up in the head, I'll bite niggas Name good enough to get the bricks on consignment Give me that pussy, boo, I'll introduce you to the Coochie Man I finger bitches with my right thumb, that's my coochie hand Your head might not make me cum, but your coochie can She put vinegar in the water, now she smooth again She just let me f*ck, now that pussy loose again Huh, I ain't showin' up for free, man, you gotta pay Do I sound like YN Jay? Long arms in the whip with me, Dr. J Man, I keep my peace on me, namaste Got some Haitian hitters in the whip with me, sak pase Hit a bitch at 7:59, she was blocked by 8 Told the police that was Dennis Graham's, that's not my Drac' (huh) Drop my opp same day that I drop my tape (huh) I ain't comin' out my pod without my shank My account in the negative, I'm 'bout to, ah My account in the negative, I'm 'bout to rob my bank (huh) I remember when the OJs was a thirty- I remember when the OJs was a thirty-piece Tell a nigga, "You not gettin' money, you ain't heard of these" Naw, nigga, you not gettin' money, them is Purple jeans Naw, nigga, keep on actin' funny, beat'll murder him Naw, nigga, I'm the perfect nigga for a murder scheme Naw, nigga, get to stirrin' dope, look like Ovaltine Naw, nigga, get to mixin' shit, look like Nesquik Naw, nigga, get to shakin' shit, look like egg beaters Naw, four-nick loud as hell like it had tweeters Naw, four-nick loud as hell like an amp on it Naw, four-nick got a light like a lamp on it Naw, fishs cale still workin', good compressor next to that I'll push a pussy nigga like a pack Naw, got his bitch pussy hooked on pipe like I'm crack Naw, chopper came from Channel 47, Samurai Jack Purple drank came from Channel 46, Jimmy Neutron A Wocky flurry, sip it, then I burp, tell your bitch I moved on Naw, I can't flirt and I can't share no Percs, tell a bitch to move on You get hurt, end up on a shirt and keep on gettin' rerolled Talkin' 'bout in the dirt, blicky out a vert, I can't make it worse Get him murked, put him in a hearse, scared, go to church Watch me lurkin', you know we gon' swerve, his sister got some nerve Tried to act like I ain't bag the bitch without buyin' no purse Make a promise, matter fact, it's merch, sound like Lil Durk Press a nigga just like he deserve, make his mama twerk Watch me slide down a nigga block, it look like I'm surfin' They keep dyin' whenever they outside, niggas lookin' nervous, ah-duh