In the house, holla back
Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad.
That's why i'm makin' money
Who thinks they're as psycho as me?
Or closed casket for our troubles
He thinks he's tall and got muscles
Not just another dick that thinks he's got swagger
Now the dashboard is wooden from a hard-tangled grammar
Tick tock, darling, tick tock
Will who are you? an o.g?...
So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face
Until night falls and in his little box house he prays
And anybody who fucks around and thinks they can go dissin' me,
The only team more powerful? sasha and malia family
Everyday we party hard like there ain't no tomorrow
Kiss a dick and lick it little slick rick followers, swallow,
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