Y.O.U.

Traces of lipstick on my collar

Baby, you got to do some more to get this last dollar

Hotter than lava, when you come believe that I'ma follow

Lady Madonna like the drink, but she don't like to swallow

Rocking that Prada, honey, stay up in the beauty parlor

Girl, it would be my honor, make you my baby mama

Holler, she hella proper, fuck with it, dumbing cousin

Sucker for loving, bugging, shucking and ducking, bucking

Sucking and finger fucking, here let me show you something

I'm not the stuffing of that English muffin, can't tell me nothing

Pushing your panic button when I'm stuck in

All of a sudden, B B con ducking, (BBC)

Ooh, girl you nasty

Yo, I get it on popping, Doc, unlocking yo doors clocking my drawers

Socking your mouth with a torn stocking wrapped around her noggin

I creep in while you parking, shoot out the lights, darken

The area then hop in, pick up my bigger **** who helped me figure the plotting

Dropping the tops, splitting the dough, shopping in rotten

New York, furs flocking because I'm heavy like Bo stocking coat, wet your coat from four sparking

Dearly departed ****, unforgettable, can't be forgotten

Doc and Meth album entering the top ten, chopping it raw, locking the block in

Only raw chopping his metaphors, so cops can stop watching

I put 'em in and cock 'em ,ready to rock 'em stock 'em

Renovate your apartment when these two things barking

My Nakamichi knocking, bougie hoes be spotting

On they tampons, I get 'em dripping like leaky faucets

Now who a bitch ****? Now who a snitch ****?

Now who the shit ****? Now who the sick ****?

Now who you with ****? With who you with ****?

Who rock shit ****? Who pop shit ****?

Come on, come on, come on, come on

Come on, come on, come on, come on

Come on, come on, come on, come on

Come on, come on, come on, come on

I figured it out, y'all **** ain't as big as your mouth

My street value, well, it won't even fit in your couch

When I bust titties come out

No matter what city hardcore committee's dumb the fuck out

(Son's should duck out) Nothing to lose, pumping a two up in ya goose

Buckle your shoes, scuffle my boots, fucking with you

Blow my anaconda like Nirvana, marijuana got bitches on they knees in the Gabbanas

Getting them dirty, dirty with the Hersey and them bombing

Holler the drama, fire two in your armor, your pigeon better karma

The ice is a honor, twin help me lift an arm up

Le baba with your mama, even dirty her donna

My dick is agronomic, pull out in your Geronimo (BBC)

Ooh, girl you nasty

Itching to start the mission, flipping so keep your distance

Ain't got no pot to piss in, ain't got no competition

Listen, I slip the clip in, tripping you get me lipping

Come miss and catch a whipping, now kids is acting different

Ditching them double dipping chickens that keep forgetting

I ain't the one for tricking on anybody kitten

Ripping these compositions, scripting them paper written

Holding and hitting sticking, balling like Scottie Pippen

It's hot in Hell's Kitchen, but still I'm frost bitten

Shitting like, no he didn't, wiping my ass and splitting

Jetting like Joan getting, all in the zone setting

It off like Big Daddy, it ain't no half stepping, I keep rapping

Staten you keep sweating, fronting and ass betting

Ducking my smith and wesson

Stressing the Meth and catching

Hell, we'll leave you resting in peace (BBC)

Ooh, girl you nasty

Now who the bitch ****? Now who the snitch ****?

Now who the shit ****? Now who the sick ****?

Now who you with ****? With who you with ****?

Who rock shit ****? Who pop shit ****?

Come on, come on, come on, come on

Come on, come on, come on, come on

Come on, come on, come on, come on

Come on, come on, come on, come on