387 Smelly - SheLoveMeNot

Ayy, turn the lights on in the world, I gotta see this shit
Stop actin' like you ain't that nigga, girl, he tryna see this bitch
let me whip around Utica, I gotta see the Benz
That bitch baby daddy is a deadbeat, ain't tryna see his kids
Oh you say they spinning cats, alright I'm finna hit the block
Bro bro if the police pull up, make sure don't no nigga hit the spot
Ain't no sausage party, where the hoes at
I'm tryna get some wap, I'm tryna get some twat
Before I get anything, I'm tryna get some guap
I hit Wally for a Sprite, I'm finna get some wock
Hold on, bitch, keep reachin' for my leg, I'm finna get some top
Hoe bitch nigga keep dissin' on the gram, I'm finna get him, got
Get a dirt cheap damn near free, one-way ticket up to God
Good sales pitch
When you see them men in black hop out that truck it ain't Will Smith
I might turn to dead shot and head shot him with a kill switch
Deserve a Oscar how them boys, don't make no noise like a damn fish
She love me and she love me not
Either way it go, that's all she know, that hoe gone touch the cock
Ay pull up with that rocket, ain't none of my niggas tryna box
Knock Dora little ass out her book bag, I'm slidin' with the Fox
This 4-5 will knock Sid the science kid, out his fuckin' locks
You can't even have my phone number, you fuck with the cops
Baby, you gon' have to meet me at the room, cause you fuck with the opps
Run up in his crib, while he on the game, like we work for the swat
Fucking with that green, I feel like I'm Shrek and niggas in my swamp
If I ain't anything I'm so fit to survive, I put that on my pops
Put that hardhat on and stand deep in that water like I scuba dive
Posted on that block for a shift like I was at my job
Like a muslim bitch, I got that hoodie on, I call this my hijab
It's that one season, y'all boys ain't eatin' like it's Ramadan
It's that time all me and my niggas, eatin' like it's Eid
Bust it out the wrapper, like that one gift on Christmas Eve
Bad apple but that hoe still ate me up, so I'ma call her Eve
Stomach hurting 'cause lactose intolerant still gettin' cheese
FOE, the niggas around me to guide me in the streets
If it's Murder that they wrote, they did it in the invisible ink
I'm just relaxing, booling, kicked back, twistin' up my trees
If the boys ask, I was head knockin' bopping to my tunes
In the room, chillin' with yo bitch, in my fruit of looms
I was hard-headed, kept making mistakes that don't make me a fool
I can only be a fool if I love a thot
Hard-body type of nigga, bitch, I love the block
Entangled with that Hellcat, but, bitch, I love the chop
I'm married to the money, all that I can think about
I'm sittin' flickin' dollars like
She love me and she love me not
Either way it go, that's all she know, that hoe gone touch the cock
Ay pull up with that rocket, ain't none of my niggas tryna box
This bitch would knock a MLB player from Boston, out his socks
Everything ain't what it seems, that bitch is not yours, that hoe ours
They like how I got the drop on his mama like I was Nardwuar
Served Unky the whole ball it beat his ass like it was Charizard
Treat the game like I popped a rhino pill, I'm goin' hard, hard

Written by:
Mel Cooley

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