Computer Love E

Aye. Lil Dooter. Aye, aye, aye, aye. Listen here, lil dooter ass bitch. I ain't with the cakin', I'm just tryna get Rich. I'm still in love with a bitch, so You see I had to lane switch. I'm a dog like Nate, hit her with a Pump fake. What you think? What you thought? You's a thot. Lil Slim, I'm just tryna rock. You a bust down? Well let me see you Bust down. And if you man hatin', tell Slim That's a man down. That's mad though, mando, Rambo with no camo, and your girl like Tempo. Get it hot like tappin', some couches with the Steppin'. This mouthpiece ain't my only weapon. Pure drip with this shit, dope with this shit. Gang in the shits, shits, you ain't with the Shits. Your name must be Nate then, jiggy you Ain't 'bout nothin'. You just steady with the Fakin'. Aye. Like Santa, yo Rods with that ho talk. Drop a classic, then let the streets talk. Drop a banger, watch me swing that thing. Shorty slide through, I be yolo'n this thing. I keep it dippin' like a chicken wing. It won't take much, you see I want the Whole thing. Slim, got booty or not? I make that thing clap, yo booty or not? Aye. All I want is that back boy. Hit it from the back, yeah I break back Toys. Like a pimp with a ho, make it Slap boy. Fuckin' with the whole crew, you ain't That boy. I be that boy boy, makin' noise Noise. Ling Ling with the chopsticks, feng shui. Ling Ling with the chopsticks, feng shui. I said Ling with the chopsticks, feng shui. Ah, Ah, Ah, ah. Yo this shit slap, bruh. Yo if y'all ain't know me, it's 'bout time Y'all know me. It's Artist motherfuckin' AZ, Nigga. Ha. Aye, aye. Shout out to the whole gang, bruh. Cloud gang in this thing. Cha. ah.