Airball

[Verse]
Yeah, uh, can't fuck on this lil-bitty bitch
She just wanna suck on my dick
I'm chasing these rickety ricks
Keep me a stick, if they blitz
I turn the beam on, and they know I won't miss
I hit the butt and finish so quick
I foreign my whip and my bitch
Her pussy stinky it like 'Pepé Le Pew'
You know I ain't touchin' it
My AP the most slimiest
Big snake on my neck and it hiss
Louis V scarf on my face like a ski
My shorts double G, ain't touching my knees
You're onto my trap, I am fucking his niece
Dolce Gabbana, the one make my briefs
Your teeth, you'll die if you steal from me
I pray that the clip never jam
When I just out the mystery van
I get up close, I don't step back
I ride around with the red on my lap
One of my bodies, I caught them like that
I tippy-toe on them, real silent
Put the pressure on them like diamonds
My Grandma should know that I am violent
Better stay off the phone that's indictment
Your bitch suck me up like a Dyson
When I'm driving up north I see bison
Mix it perfect, kill that boy perfect timing
ARP, pull her just like a Violin
Little cro-nine, I see you shinin'
'Custy's' in my trap house, rock climbin', ok
I think I need some mountain gear
One of the rifle knock down a deer
I stay in the woods like a grizzly bear
They gun sit him down, musical chair
Reach for my chain boy, I dare
I shot in your eye, right when you stare
They niggas they shootin' at me, but it's airball
I'm demon I'm drippin' some Satan Laurent
This crocodile tee, gonna put him in the swamp
My 'crodies' know I don't just step, boy I stomp
I called up 'cro' six, now he hexagon
In Italy drinking lean, in Milan
He's talking just like a gangsta', he a nonce
245's send him up to Verdansk
I fuck a devil, she not my baby moms
Oh, like baby girl with the racks out
I don't wanna see your pussy up on snapchat
She's sending me the fat ass
But I wanna see the fat racks
The pussy, the front she traps that
Put a condom on for the back shots
When I'm fuckin' her mouth, its bareback
Then I pass it to cro, I share that
[?] fuckin' this bitch with his weird ass like I don't really care man
Back in the day I ain't talk about Nike, but you know that we stay AirMax
[?] in the drug like a care pack
Up the glizzy, he flip like a flapjack
I don't wanna gun if it's not double stack
And compact
16 shots, no cognac