Your baby daddy a sucker, ayy, your baby daddy a buster, ayy Your baby daddy so broke, he hit the plug for a free line of coke I'm thirty deep with the whole gang, pull up, we bringin' the pain Fuckin' a bitch, grabbin' her throat, poppin' out all of her

Everywhere I go Bitches always know That charlie scene has got a weenie that he loves to show (bitch) That charlie scene has got a weenie that he loves to show Lets get this party started Lets keep them 40s poppin' So just get buzzed and stay fucked up

I'm mixing them cookies with sherbert (lean) I get the money you heard (huh) I got customers, I might fuck on her (bitch) I might pop a Perc, I might make it work (huh) I need a Fanta got syrup Young nigga hop out the vert (woah) Yah, yah, huh Yah, yah,

Often, often, girl I do this often Make that pussy pop and do it how I want it She asked me if I do this every day, I said often Asked how many times she rode the wave, not so often Bitches down to do it either way, often Baby I can make that pussy rain,

Free my niggas eatin' soup 'cause they in the can Fresh out of jail, made another milli' And bitch, don't think I changed, 'cause I didn't I'll still'll hit a nigga with that glizzy If rap don't pop, I'm back to stealin' identity Credit card fraud, I'm

Go gangsta, keep boppin' Like back when a nigga was clockin' Rock with me, let's get this bitch poppin' See, it's hard to be good, but easy to do evil And I ain't really into meeting with new people I don't know you, you don't know me You don't know the

What chu gonna do pop at you glock at you Fill em with the venom who the fuck are we talking to? (Psycho Bitches, Psycho Bitches) Never ever do it down low with a (Psycho Bitch!) Better never ever go out with a (Psycho Bitch!) Everybody better learn to

Head down, pussy pussy popping Head down, pussy popping on a handstand On a handstand On my American bandstands Summer-salts, cartwheels bitch just keep on dancing Chinese splits-splits slide on down that pole-pole And feel this dick-dick getting out of

Xans gon' take you Xans gon' fake you (yeah) Xans don't make you (you) And Xans gon' betray you (what? Yeah) And if I die don't miss me (ayy) I wish that bitch just kiss me (ayy) (You are now listening to a Bobby Johnson beat) Ooh, I pop a Perc' when I'm

I got to the show, ayy and I know they want me to rock out I was tryna listen to your problem, marijuana I'mma wipe my jewelry, all my rocks are ready to pop y'all, ayy Fuck the baddest bitch, make 'em tap out Woke up in the spot, two hundred racks out