Looney Poon - Mario Kart (feat. Cbsm Henny)

It's survival of the fittest standin' on all the business
My shooter won't leave a trace let alone leave a witness
They found my nigga guilty he awaiting his sentence
They hit my dawg with attempted I know he sick that he missed em'
Show me to my grave before I get caught in the system
Nigga out of pocket made my lil' homies blitz em'
4 cornered room gettin' high reminiscing
Thinking bout' my daddy cookin' dope with granny dishes
They got a lot to say but they don't never be specific
It was pure fent until I fucked around and mixed it
Built ford tough aint no foldin' under pressure
Muthafuck the club we in the trap with the compressor
Nigga muthafuck the club we in the trap baggin' up pressure
Brodie slide whenever took the foil wrappin up his tether
Love my bitch to death I'm thuggin' tho it's shit that I can't tell her
Cutty old school he don't do no hits without that special
Aint nobody gave me shit I was down on my knuckles got up out the hole
Remember cuz told me that he wouldn't be shit without the road
Dawg tough as hell I know he a bitch without the pole
Instagram nigga boy you wouldn't be shit without a phone
The jump-outs keep on askin' what's all in the car
Lettin' shells out the whip like Mario Kart
My niggas been jumped in the water made all of us sharks
I don't rap forreal dawg I just talk from the heart
I put 2 and 2 together and connect the dots
Why my opps clickin' up with my other opps
I know you see them raid vans find another spot
But if they get you in that room act like you forgot
This a real nigga party hell naw you aint invited
She tweakin' off that powder did a line and got excited
Nigga how you free and yo' mans got indicted
Show me yo' paperwork bitch you a rat and tryna' hide it
Flew my bitch out first class right behind the pilot
Tsss took a loss it wasn't shit small thangs to a giant
Muggin' niggas in the club I been tweakin' off the molly
I put a pill in her booty tryna' get her out her body
I'm on Jpay sendin' pics to bro can't wait til' he parole
Poon you got yo' shit stay alert cuz what these niggas on
It's on you we put niggas up we put niggas on
She 5'2 I hit it from the back she on her tippy toes
Imma prime example what these bitch niggas wanna be
I stay to myself but keep the pistol just for company
I put my leg up I got her creamin' while she humpin' me
Feds did a sweep but they ain't find nothin' luckily
The feds on IG you gotta watch the shit you postin'
They a trick you off the streets you gotta watch them niggas trollin'
Brodie rollin' up a leaf full of opps he finna smoke em'
He be sloppy when he sober but that addy got em' focused

Written by:
Da'Jon Riggins

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