Jugg

I\'m about to go down.

I\'m about to take it though.

Gangsta Rock music.

Go crazy, guap.

Go crazy.

Go crazy.

I put the low on the road, go meet her.

How I\'m fucking three different hoes named Felicia.

She can\'t impress me about all them pieces.

Go buy me some jewelry or coupe or some pound.

These **** groupies and goofies and clowns.

Go pick up a back end in eight different sounds.

I brought some Snoopys and gave them to all of my enemies.

Now they look like Charlie Brown.

Go visit the P.O.

I smell like a pound.

I ride out the showroom and bust me a jug.

I go cook me some noodles and fuck me a thot.

Then go roll me a Figa and pour me a soda.

I deposit the profit like four different times.

I deposit the profit like four different times.

She gotta do more than just suck me and fuck me.

She know I\'m a claim it, ignore it in public.

I said I need to get it, beat it out in public.

She asked what I\'m cooking, I hear change the subject.

I put some boogers in both of my baskets.

I stopped fucking on her.

She started acting devilish.

She was off and woke up to 40 in my car.

I forgot that the motor was back in the back.

I got some head in the back of a lap.

My bitch that was richer than Megan and Brian.

I took a trip and left 400 pieces.

I\'m gonna pick up the profit when I return back.

Had dope in my locker when I was a J.

And it\'s open my pocket when I was on fit.

I go right out the bank, take the lock with a scanner.

She scrambled my ex, make a cookie ban.

I\'m balling with bunnies like NBA Jam.

You tried to record me and fuck me on camera.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,

 yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Ooh!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,

 yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.