Can't Drive Stick

I just bought a whip but I can’t drive stick

My wifey, girlfriend, mistress they is all one chick

I know she ain't a stripper, still I gave her the tip

'Cause her allocated seat is on my big black

I just bought a whip but I can’t drive stick

My wifey, girlfriend, mistress they is all one chick

I know she ain't a stripper, still I gave her the tip

'Cause her allocated seat is on my big black

You mad

Y’all **** mad as fuck

Y'all got plaque inside your teeth but not inside your catalogue

I got a rollie on my wrist and I can’t read no analogue

But for them big hand outs

I know your little hand is up 'cause you-

You mad

Y'all **** is steamin'

Y’all be acting Bruce All Mighty

But I'm never gon' believe it

I put three men in a morgue

'Cause I'm the God like Morgan Freeman

The love child if Jesus, Allah, Buddha had a

I just bought a whip but I can’t drive stick

My wifey, girlfriend, mistress they is all one chick

I know she ain't a stripper, still I gave her the tip

'Cause her allocated seat is on my big black

I just bought a whip but I can’t drive stick

My wifey, girlfriend, mistress they is all one chick

I know she ain't a stripper still, I gave her the tip

'Cause her allocated seat is on my big black

You mad

Y’all **** is lonely

Y’all ain’t got no boo and I’m there like every Sunday

Running home so I can do my Donkey Kong thing

Then I blow in it like Nintendo 64 games

You mad

Always, y'all **** is salty

Looking for your Pepper Potts

But **** I’m Tony like Stark

Tony like Hawk

Tony like Tony Montana, Soprano

That’s my part

Well, I just bought a whip but I can't drive stick

My wifey, girlfriend, mistress they is all one chick

I know she ain't a stripper, still I gave her the tip

'Cause her allocated seat is on my big black

I just bought a whip but I can’t drive stick

My wifey, girlfriend, mistress they is all one chick

I know she ain't a stripper, still I gave her the tip

'Cause her allocated seat is on my big black

Shut the fuck up ****

I’m done with these grown ass man baby’s

With there he say she say

While they’re lying in their grandmamas couch

Still texting off they’re pre-paid

Look it ain’t my fault you yourself and your hand

Is your kind of 3 way

Look it ain’t my fault

You got a body like a Nokia 3310 with no snake

On the God damn thing

I swear that karma is a bitch

And your bitch been Kama Sutrin’ on a dick

And that dick swings between some other **** legs

It ain’t my fault it ain’t my business

Let the Lord be my witness

She raising yours and swallows his kids (Woo!)

Y’all **** sound like

(Waaawawawaaa)

Y'all **** sound like

(Waaawawawaaa)

You crying ass bitches