Fortykay

Tell a pussy boy
 Pull up, Pull up, Pull up, Pull up, Pull up
 Aye
 Breaking bad, Breaking bad homie
 Breaking bad homie
 Boy you sad homie
 Put a bag in your head homie
 You a lil homie
 Ima Grownie
 You ain't gotta know me
 You ain't gotta know me
 Ima show me
 Ima have to show you
 Ima have to show you
 Let you know me
 Pop Three benzos
 Feeling like the shit hoe
 Give your bitch the biz tho
 Let her sniff the disco
 Im the only rapper
 Crack your head like nabisco
 Im the only rapper
 Trapping taxing
 What it hitting for
 Double back around
 Like to see em on the ground
 Tell my main to hold it down
 Now she ride with the pounds
 Four pound on my hip
 Ridding thru dogg pound
 You can fucking get these hands
 If you want it they come round
 Ima dog, Ima dog
 Let your ass fucking see
 Ima woof, Ima woof
 Yappa barking up a tree
 Pull that choppa out the back
 And let that bitch fucking ring
 Pull that choppa out the back
 And let that bitch fucking sing
 Ima heart attack
 Waiting to happen
 Like bitch whats happening
 Have lil mal go kill your family
 I promise it d make me happy
 If you see me pussy clap me
 Im clapping back
 At you bastards
 My Glock is a fully plastic
 Im plastered passing the package
 Ima Walk away
 Walk this way
 Walk Walk
 Walk this way
 Talking this way
 Boy you fucking know you lame
 Ain't got time for no games
 You gone have to miss me
 Ima
 Breaking bad homie
 Get a bag homie
 Bitch you sad
 Hoe you make me laugh
 Boy you sad
 Why you sad homie
 Breaking bad homie
 Break ya back homie
 For the bag
 Boy this shit a blast
 Choppa dance
 Break ya back homie
 Breaking bad homie
 Got a bag on me
 All in cash
 You gone make me blast
 Thats your ass
 Choppa dance homie
 Breaking bad homie
 Got it bad
 You ain't bad homie
 Bouta put a bag on ya head
 Break ya back homie
 Walk, Walk
 Walk This way
 Walk, Walk
 Walk this way
 Walk, Walk
 Walk this way
 All these pussies
 Make me laugh homie
 Tommy in the trunk
 Tell a bitch run it up
 Hoes in the game
 Tryna give me that love
 I dont need no love
 I dont really give a fuck
 Pop another addy
 You ain't never adding up
 Dripping sauce
 All in your fucking mouth
 All this clout
 And im still up in the south
 40K in the booth right now
 Ive been high
 Smoking on gorilla glue right now
 I got purp on me
 Percs on me
 Who gone get this work for me
 Tell ya bitch to twerk for me
 She gone get this hurt
 Ima dog, Ima dog
 But you already know
 Ima woof, Ima woof
 Let this bitch fucking go
 Lord Knows.
 Lord Knows.
 Lord Knows.
 Make a bitch bite down on the floor
 Make a bitch bite down on the floor
 Let it go.