pop tart

Yeah, yeah, haha

Goofy Ahh Uncle Productions

Aye I know i’m five years late [Ha-Ha-Ha

You can’t fuck with me, i’m on a different level

Phew, phew

Money so big, niggas think i’m Yeat

Bitch you can’t compete

Lil ho, get on your knees and lick the cheese

I’m finna get on your ass, you could call me pair of jeans

That girl, she came and sucked my dick, and she did it hella mean

Yeah, they call me Quandale

Got to get to the green, i’m not talking ‘bout no kale

Had to kick a lil bitch out, ‘cause she was fucking like a snail

Man, I was just in jail

I was opening up mail

Quandarious tried to diss me and his stupid ass failed

Got these hoes mad

‘Cause i’m getting racks

Put a hunnid on the dash

Bitch yo breath stink, please go put on a fucking mask

She said “Pass the weed”, bitch, I don’t like to pass the gas

Blowing bubbles, blowing zaza

She got big ol’ titties I said “Goo-goo, goo, gah-gah”

In the zoo, monkey ass niggas

Oo-oo, oo, ah-ah, stop playing with me

When the money talking, i could not hear what you saying

Lil bitch is religious, on her knees, like she praying to me

Ok I’m done

Never mind, just kidding, nigga

Aye, bitch I had to do the race, got a couple bad bitches with me

Spray my dick, call it face paint, goofy ahh nigga

You ain’t cool, nah you ain’t

Bitch I will grab the Smith & Wesson, shoot a nigga, head bald, G.I Jane

[Aye, I know that shit went over your head, it’s cool

Uh, finna go to the b-, oh shit [Oh fuck, my voice

Yeah, finna go to the bank, got my hand on her hill

Nigga, you can call me Hank

This song is finna start a fire, i don’t need no propane

I’m not a liar, i desire a hoe that’s gonna shake and break my bank

I’mma eye her down, and i’mma fly her up

I’m finna fuck her in the car until the tires stuck

I said girl what’s your name, she said Lizzy Miguaire, fuck

Oh shit

I’mma do the race

I’mma do the race

I’mma do the race

I’mma do the race

I’mma do the race

I’mma do the race

Nigga, I’mma do the race.