Pepé Le Pew

[Hook]
I'm on 1900 or I'm chilling with the crew
Got the whole block smelling like Pepé Le Pew

[Verse 1]
Big Backwood, it done fucked up my sinus
Pour a four in my cup, now I'm sleepy like Linus
Hoes call you a bum, hoes call me your highness
All I do is add it up, I don't really like to minus
Told God if I ain't meant to run it up then he could smite me
Bitches wanna cuff but all that shit don't excite me
Before I hit my right knee, I'll let the feds indict me
Got a shooter by my right side and he look like Spike Lee
They said I'm up next? Bitch, I might be
If you werеn't around when I was down then you can bite mе
When I walk in the gun store I'm like, "Ooh, me likey"
It's a banger on my hip, why the fuck you wanna fight me?
I got a big Russian K, the mag' curve like a sickle
Fuck around with big Sweet? Now you caught in a pickle
I don't drop when I dribble, I'll double up my triple
Tell a bitch to throw it back 'cause I ain't into solving riddles
When you come around they laugh, when I come around they giggle
I'm on the 9 with DanDan, high as hell watching Wiggles
In Ann Arbor on [?] serving fiends the kibble
Pop colorful as fuck like I poured up some Skittles
My bitch want the Gucci, I wouldn't get her Zara
Silver tongue, I can go sell sand in the Sahara
Got a plug in Dearborn, he look like Baby Para
When he pass the pack over, I'ma say sayonara
Took a bitch to the drive-through, what the fuck is Nara?
Two twin Glocks on me named "Tia" and "Tamara"
I got a bitch in LP, look like Eliza Ibarra
Your weed brown as fuck, it's from Guadalajara

[Hook]
I'm on 1900 or I'm chilling with the crew
Got the whole block smelling like Pepé Le Pew

[Verse 2]
All these hoes wanna come to me with some issues
But I don't got no tissues
Sad to say but if you come this way, you're getting misused
Put your brother on me? I'll turn his ass to fish food
You can tell I got the burner on me just by my stance
Don't try shit 'cause I'll up it at a glance
We'll spin this bitch a hundred times like the Tour de France
Took your girl to the crib and she let me tour the pants
I'm serious, I got more hoes on me than a male stripper
On the Dequindre cutting up like some nail clippers
Got the oranges and the blues but I ain't no fucking railsplitter
But shout-out LP
Man, these boys soft like tofu
I keep a stick on me, I ain't talking 'bout no Roku
Popping beans like Goku just so I can smoke you
The shit I'm smoking on will suffocate and choke you
Baskin-Robbins 'Wood, it got thirty-two flavors
You can put the grams down, $kid's rolling up a acre
Toucan Sam, how I'm riding down Schaefer
Wanna hang around the gang? Then you gotta sign a waiver