HEAT STICK E

Pull some of that bass out, Bruce. D-Dego. I got thirty bands on me and the bitch Up in a headlock. Deadstock kicks and the bitch Gon' make the bed rock. Lead hot, nigga trip On me, I bet his head pop. He looked up, all he seen was a red Dot. East stick, hot stick, ridin' with a mop Stick. Ain't goin' back and forth, if it's on We on opps quick. Freak bitch toxic, I fucked Her then I blocked it. Nigga try to run Up on us wrong, we get to knockin'. If you ain't choosin' then you losin', baby, get With me. I keep money comin' in and I Keep blicky. Get to knockin' on them niggas like The mailman. I failed math class but ran it Up, I got hella bands. Now you see me, now you don't, bitch, I'm John Cena. But we ain't with that wrestlin', you Know we pop demons. If we ain't talkin' 'bout Some money, then I'm not speakin'. Don't check me, check the bitch 'cause the thot Creepin'. You finna get up on they ass, nigga, Not even. Boogie down up on they block, now They block bleedin'. I told her, "Swallow, don't you Spit it," she got all semen. Her ex-nigga was a nerd, I'm a whole creature. Yeah, the chopper hold a broom, it's a street Sweeper. He ain't really in that water, he a Knee deeper. Yeah, lil' brodie tryna crash, He a tweak tweaker. I need twenty bands cash, Ain't no free features. As I look at my Wrist, it's about that time. But if I look too long, then I might Go blind. I got ten bad bitches pullin' up At nine. Should we fuck at Phoenix crib should We fuck at mine? We gon' split 'em down The middle, I get five, you get five. Then we switch 'em in a little, I get Yours, you get mine. I done told you 'bout Your back, I got yours, you got mine. Know we keep them straps, I got forty, you Got nine. Ayy, light skin, dark skin, vanilla and Chocolate. Slim thick, thick slim, I got all the Options. Your number one pick ain't even in my Top ten. Bitch in the Valley, got a bitch Off of Slauson. Hop out walkin', get paid clockin'. Open that mouth wide, put my cock in. I ain't turnin' down shit, I'm on nonsense. Grew up on West and I was born on Bronson. I got thirty bands on me and the Bitch up in a headlock. Deadstock kicks and the bitch gon' make the bed Rock. Lead hot, nigga trip on me, I bet His head pop. He looked up, all he seen Was a red dot. East stick, hot stick, ridin' With a mop stick. Ain't goin' back and forth, If it's on we on opps quick. Freak bitch toxic, I fucked her then I blocked It. Nigga try to run up on us wrong, We get to knockin'.