20$kd

Verse 1: (Foxhound)
Kinda fucked I need to stay up
Can't afford the pay cut
Feeling like it's August got enough to fucking rake up
Hitting up the plug for bud I'm hoping she don't wake up
If she does I'll bake her then I tell her get that cake up
Yeah you hate me cause I dress wack
FDB whose bitch was that?
FTP a rope no slack
At the bottom of my sack
Take it back my sack is fat don't panic
Roll me up a blunt can't stand it
Pussies with the automatic
Pop 'em twice no longer standing
It's a fucking disgrace
I slide 'em packs of the laced
Erase your social two-faced
Somebody else will take your place
You never fucking mattered
Gucci ripped up torn and tattered
If it comes to that my babies' ass is fatter
Protect your father's daughter
'Cause my home the zone for slaughter
I'm a lion you an otter
Take your bitch make me adult her
While you off that fucking Walter
She left your ass and who could fault her? Not I
I scooped her up and now you're calling
Quick, blunt, fuck and she ain't walking

Verse 2: (Exotiic)
Bitch you know we lace up
Fuck getting a pay stub
In the back we rap and smoke that gas so don't you play it dumb
Back up on my fresh, and bitch I smell like Gucci
Gotta problem with me then take that up with the groupies
Blunts, Bitches, Jacuzzis
Bitch my life a movie
I can't see quite right got purple sprite up in my koozie
Don't you wanna lose me?
Them bitches think they knew me
It's a frightful night when fox pulls up unloads the uzi