DirtBikeRon - Haunted Attraction 2 (Intro)
Posted in the county with tha Za and a snow bunny
Spam decline on my phone, if it ain't about the money
We gettin' high like the moon, they give her dick off the honey
This freak bitch too horny, she play with balls like it's putty
You made her pay for your pack, these niggas goin' out nutty
You see my bro in the scat, he tryna go out and cut it
My pockets fat, walk around, big sacks, teletubbie
She hella wet, I left my kids in her ocean bubble gubby
Always keep my fish scale, I told Joe, grab a trout
A stack of blues this shit longer than an elephant's snout
I'm callin' cuz got them bowls downstate, we headed south
Like Jordan Peele, direct the bullets in the Taurus it might get out
She not real the fiend cryin' for the dog, look at her pout
It's too much cash, dog shit in my pocket, I need a pouch
Auntie Trippin' got the stash in the cushions, can't sit on couch
Boy, you a rookie, can get cracked like a cookie, you just a slouch
When I opened the pack, you would've thought I passed gas
Gave her the D like a teacher, I guess she couldn't pass class
Opps can't do they job, they like they money half-ass
You need some Za send tha addy, we pull up like it's DoorDash
His face connected to the pavement, I guess you call it floor tag
The youngs be chasin' the jail, they don't be chasin' the bag
Ku be crackin' them cards, he wipe it clean with no rag
ARP, fresh out the box, Dave might get mean with his mag
The Choppa scatted see it fold like a window's laptop
We got the bean right through your window at your head top
Keep it a bean, niggas really slimey they turn into a snot
Got Uncle Reem behind me cookin' in the stu , he got the pot
This my last time sayin' I'm the hottest in my spot
From Hatboro to Glenside, all the way down to uptop
Don't text my girl, cause she gon' line you up and give me drops
I love the green, I gotta wrap the rubber band until it pop
Yeah, you know we got the Za packs out the county
I keep my iron, niggas call me Robert Downey
Wait, can't forget about the Junior
This bitch gave me dumb brain, the fuck, she a tutor
You can't see the scene, but he, oh my God
You cannot see the scene behind this AR clip, we call it blooper
We gave the opps a Elm Street nightmare like Kruger
Why this young boy talk a big gunplay, he got a Ruger
Fuck this bitch so good, she sayin' on my ad-libs
I know that brickyard still love me, they always call me Young Sib
Ah, cause that's the hood that all my family be around in
Pussy boy, we make the blood pour like a fountain
I got a paper cut from all this money countin
Fuck them bro niggas, they gon' keep on doubtin
Written by:
Dirt Bike Ron
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