444 KeyLo - Sloppy Seconds

Fuck a opp, fuck a bitch
If he hot, we got sticks
Fuck a mop, we got chops
Bet the pole will make em' twitch
If he want, we hit blocks
Hit his home, where he is
Whip the pot, smack a thot
Count my dough, how I live
Fuck a opp, fuck a bitch
If he hot, we got sticks
Fuck a mop, we got chops
Bet the pole will make em' twitch
If he want, we hit blocks
Hit his home, where he is
Whip the pot, smack a thot
Count my dough, how I live (Look)
How my own man go fucking with my sloppy seconds
That's on my old man Imma fuck em' up when I got a second
And no, we don't hold hands, we fuck bitches I got protection
And if it go down, won't roll round without my weapon
I don't even know what to fuck to say to that
Aim where your brain is at, I can't take it back
On my mother, got the slugger coming over like it's Rona he can taste the bat
Where his face is at, I'm erasing that
Out the bush with a blick and Jason mask
Put a whole in his hip like a Lego man
And I could put it on my bitch I ain't taking it back
You can take me back, where it fucking started
She was sucking on dick, I went fucking harder
I be stacking up chips like I'm fucking starving
I study his loc like it's fucking Harvard (Like)
Study his loc like, something you know like (Uh)
Fucking his hoe like, dumping this pole like (Like)
Fuck a opp, fuck a bitch
If he hot, we got sticks
Fuck a mop, we got chops
Bet the pole will make em' twitch
If he want, we hit blocks
Hit his home, where he is
Whip the pot, smack a thot
Count my dough, how I live (Look)
Hit his shit
Now he spinning, spinning, spinning (Uh)
Grab that blick
Like who did it, did it, did it
Bitch who was it, I ain't done it
Count my hundreds, steady thuggin'
For the witness, I ain't touch em'
I be twitching, boy I'm buggin'
Shells is sticking, stuck to stomach
He ain't shitting, he have trouble
How my blower burst his bubble
How he walking, when I chalk him
Everyday gon' be a struggle
What he getting, I get double
Tato barrel, real subtle
When they ask me how I got it
Say I got it off the muscle (Like)
Fuck a opp, fuck a bitch
If he hot, we got sticks
Fuck a mop, we got chops
Bet the pole will make em' twitch
If he want, we hit blocks
Hit his home, where he is
Whip the pot, smack a thot
Count my dough, how I live
Fuck a opp, fuck a bitch
If he hot, we got sticks
Fuck a mop, we got chops
Bet the pole will make em' twitch
If he want, we hit blocks
Hit his home, where he is
Whip the pot, smack a thot
Count my dough, how I live (Look)

Written by:
Lorenzo Arricale

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