N2Sap - Wicked Witch

Leave his body ice cold fuck a pillow talk
I ain't wit the rap beef we gon have to walk
Big body Zooming grew a pair of wings like a hawk
Know you wanna get the sauce know you finna stalk
Ahhhh
If its beef we spinning like ah shish kabob
X sloppy on the tee like its doodle bob
Side to side bitches slobbing on dis knob
But lets get it straight man I aint talkin corn onna cob
Reining champs motherfucker I throw a lob
Yeah we ride with the mob we gotta do tha job
Block yo bitch after we fuck and she finna sob
Sheeeesh, maybe that's to much 2Sap
Take off the hat I ain't finna cap
How you gon be rich all you take is naps
Riding thru the gap clutching this bap
You a net talkin cornball bitch, yeah we up the strap
Talkin bout getting money, all you do is yap
Chrome hearts onna hoodie
Swing me that runtz cookie
Talkin tough upping 5 fullys
MVP 2 seasons not a rookie
Cant put the fear in me bitch no woody
You a whole bitch and a big pussy
Winding down off the yurky keep the strap happy
Spanish bitch in the room callin me da pappy
Brodie done slid on the Yamaha 2 wheeler Chappy
Pointed at his feet and his toes get real tappy
Finna get wacky off this Jacky bitches ass wider than a valley
You like the real life SpongeBob, flipping krabby patties
Playing chess or maybe Checkers but we pulling up to Rally's
We on double time
Brodie did the crime
But he still tha slime
Scamming selling thyme
Call me optiums, im in my prime
Mufucka I hit dimes
Sipping purple with the lemon lime
Hotter than the sun sublime
Hollon, bitch, we finna switch it up
Sleep wit one eye open like you Fetty Wap
Two thots side by side gangy finna swap
Turn them foam runners to some flip flops
We ain't tote lil guns we got big glocks
Big glocks, send em to tha chop shop,
Knock em down knock em down knock em out his socks
Young and hustling call me Matt OX
We put ah hole thru an opp like we Tiger woods
Shooter get like Carmelo throwing on ah hood
And that Metal get to kicking like ah horses hoof
And the Plug text my phone yeah he got the goods
Like demolitions issa wrecking ball Miley Cyrus
Testers beeping bout to swipe and send ah virus
Its me, me, me, me and me, im my own stylist
Cup leaking pouring up same color as an Iris
You ain't finna shive my timbers fuck a pirate
Ice bottoms on the shoes clear cream soda
Only sipping purple I ain't drink no yoda
Yo bitch in different positions like it's yoga
And I'm yo bitches favorite thing, like a mocha
Getting to dis cat, like its Doja
They ask how the fuck I get so rich?
How the fuck can he take my bitch?
How the fuck did he find his niche?
How the fuck he pouring potions like a witch?

Written by:
Nathan Stevens

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