No Pt - Fooling Around

Eli making hits they like boy how you do it
I'm smoking on cat piss it smell like manure
I'm with yo bitch in the crib making movies
She fucked me and you how this bitch not a groupie
Drop a four in the soda it's blacker than boosie
Now I stay in the hills with yo bitch acting boujee
Gotta sleep with a stick nigga said he gone shoot me
Slide nigga I ain't talking bout toosie
I make yo hoe fall in love like I'm Cupid
She want me to cuff her you crazy or stupid
I walk around with that led like a student
Ima swim in the kitty then beat it and bruise it
She say I'm a dummy
I just need somebody to crash on fuck it don't care if I wreck
Cuban so heavy that I can barley lift my head up fuck it
I'm breaking my neck
Half these niggas really bitches
They can't pay attention how the fuck you gone ask for Respect
I up this bitch it go stupid my boys go retarded I'm special I think that I'm Ed
Filled the cup up with a whole lotta red
Fucked myself up off a whole lotta meds
Boy you still broke man you better of dead
I can't take it back man I said what I said
Yo bitch give me dumb brain she smarter than that
Left a cop car you can't keep up with the cat
Put some cheese on his head bet he turn to rat
I might beat yo ass if you spill my act
No shit I'm dropping act in the soda
I'm with yo bitch on the beach drinking orange mimosas
Hit that bitch once than it's over
Whenever I'm horny I bet that bitch still coming over
Might as well go and cop me a Beamer
Creep thru your grass on yo ass like a cheetah
My hoes keep racks like Serena and Venus
Deep throating my Penis good brain she a genus
I like my bitches white and black like a Sox hat
She like I like your shirt tell me boy where you shop at
The trunk like a janitors closet that's where all the mops at
Blick on me who the fuck having close combat
Like damn this cup so expensive
I heard he still sneak dissing
So fuck it send jay to go slay all his bitches
If you playing with him you can't keep living
Chop gotta kick think you slick and we punt shit
Hold on I ran outta breath let me punch in
It's a scope on the ar it look like I hunt shit
I'm smoking good gas it might fuck up my lungs bitch
Y'all niggas clone they all wearing the same shit
I'm fucking two best friends niggas ain't shit
I can't tell em apart I swear that they same bitch
Your bitch gotta a lot mouth still can't take dick
I just got me a lump sum like I won the lottery
I know I ain't shit girl you ain't gotta lie to me
Hit your front door with a mask on trick or treat
Fn gonna light up his spot like a Christmas tree
Never by myself I always gotta gun with me
I don't even trip when the bitch say she done with me
Gotta whole lotta shots in this car come drunk for free
Like a Disney movie Niggas know that it's up with me

Written by:
Elijah Collins

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