Wub Wub - 22k

Fuck all my bad habits
Well Dag-na-bit
I'm in bad traffic
Just let the facts happen
It's bad magic
But I'm running after bags like a jack rabbit
And with that added
We Be moping around like a sad havoc
Let the fans have it
Mad hatter with the last package
Bleeding black on his jacket with the last packet
Fuckin narks get a mark in a fat bracket
Out in the dark passin barks feeling asthmatic
All of my friends are faggots so we backpack it
I'm just gassin' and laughin
we be fuckin then braggin
I be stuck in the Honda
But drive it out till it maxes
Roll the dice watch it flip the axis
Y'all can't keep up you can't fuckin match this
Try to speak up I got your girl on the mattress
Bitch, this ain't actin'
I fuckin tax it then jack it

Fuck with my gang
We all insane
Still switching lanes
I make
22k in a day

Fuck what you say
Don't remember your name
Cause I make
22k in a day

LOOK AT MY FACE

Well who you fuckin with?
I'm cutting brothas and sisters in the government
Fuck your mother she a rubberneck and dumb as shit
EDP needs to call it quits and fuckin dip
I'm with the team making plays on the field
Watch me go madden
Throwing TD's like it's madness
Frozen TV like my daddy
Golden CD's, I'm going platinum
Catch the action I'm braggin'
Coast-to-coast I'm just gassin'
See the glow on my neck I need a fact check
Hit a dinner with my girl After a fat check
I rap against some lames y'all don't rap best
Switchin games I'm amazed with her black dress
A rap cap you can't top without bad press
What you mean? Ima fiend; I don't lack sex
She need some D, she wanna scream
So she sent a text
Sippin lean, smoking green; I'm on a conquest
I'm off set, the car wet we markin'
The bar set and my coffin is dark shit
A mark smith at the conference
Better bark bitch I'm fuckin Congress

You see me leanin?
Ima baller
You see the diamonds on my collar
Cuban chain links for my daughter
Fuck my father you don't bother

Written by:
Kenneth Fletcher

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