TALKIN` MASTER E

Inoperative, no garage, bitch, That's dead end. Gas leak. I need your number, fingers runnin' like A farmer, but I see you payin', Ho, take a shot, one out the heat and Never ever play, I'm on next year, Period, you just met last everybody know the block, Know that bitch is super creep, Just a G from the street, got that bitch On fuckin' it up at half speed, Holdin' all on her knees, you lame, Nigga, nigga, why your nuts concave, Nigga? That bitch, you holdin' hemp, nigga, My nigga pull the train, nigga, Duck, boy, fuckboy, 'cause you out of luck, Boy, just holla to some Russ, your ass'll put You on your buck. You Got me out your way. All Her men's mistake they made, Got my eyes on my 'cause I'm only five Foot eight, but I will still knock down your Feet, cover me digitally, hide my back, drop your Big shit on they tender car seat, then I Find 'em sleepin', I'ma go bananas like I ate, This ain't a threat, this a promise, Leave you soaked and leave you chronic, I arrange a part of mama 'cause her money Be exotic, no trap, So glad I'm back, nigga, was never taken back, That's Do, so cool really, that's a big ol' fact.