Christ

[Verse 1 / Chorus: Treyy]
Hey, hey, hey, hey, eugh
Hey, hey, hey, hey, eugh
Hey, hey, hey, hey, eugh
Hey, hey, hey, hey, eugh

That's your brodie like go pick him up
Racks on your head n*gga showing em up
Osama Bin Laden we blowing him up
Hop in a tonka I'm towing em up
Water my wrist n*gga flowing em up
Come get your baba treesh cause she all on my nuts
I said come get your hoe I know she wan' f*ck (eughhhhhhhh)

Shorty on me, yeah she love whеn I hit it
Ricks and my jeans b*tch you know that's its fitted
I'll get your ass gonе, just wait a few minutes
I'm in the kitty, I beat up the caddy
Red head hoe on my peanuts like "Peppermint Patty"
He wanna box, Imma drop the addy
I don't know her mom but she callin' me daddy

"ZeeyoorK" like stop all the dissin'
The chop get him fried like some Chic-Fil-A chicken
I hit it once, pass to bro double dippin'
I ain't tryna have kids, I only put the tip in
Choppa eat him up, yeah, that n*gga a munch
Make out with the clit, Chinese food for lunch
808's punch yo face n*gga, shoutout to Hunch
Mike Tyson my weed cause it's packin' a punch
Paying cheap for a feature, it will not suffice
N*gga pick your poison, we rollin' some dice
I be chill wit my n*ggas but know I'm not nice
Say shoutout to Saint, send you up to Christ

[Verse 2: Vax]
Eughhh
Yuh we send you to Christ
That n*gga need a perc to get by
Pull out my choppa now you getting high (High, high)

Yuh we send you to Christ
F*ck n*gga I am not talking about saint
Said you a god but we know that you ain't
Said you got money but you got no bank
My n*gga trey said that you a munch
That n*gga a eater he ate it for lunch
Think that it's time i get sad in this b*tch
Think that it's time i get mad in this b*tch
Said he got money that n*gga not rich
He wanna snitch he get put in a ditch

Feel like I'm kobe get with a (Yeah!)
All of my n*ggas they pull up with (Brr)
All of my n*ggas they pull up sticks
Sorry my n*gga that i took yo b*tch
It's not my fault she feeling the kid-i-i-i

That n*ggas a baby that boy need a bib
I heard your music i said it was mid
I put a bullet in that n*gga rib
Just go to twitter you gon' see the vid
These n*ggas dirty i think they got lice
Don't want no more so that b*tch won't suffice
Wet that shit like cooking sum rice
N*gga keep talking get sent up to christ

Verse 3: Treyy again
That's your brodie like go pick him up
Racks on your head n*gga showing em up
Osama Bin Laden we blowing him up
Hop in a tonka I'm towing em up
Water my wrist n*gga flowing em up
Come get your baba treesh cause she all on my nuts
I said come get your hoe I know she wan' f*ck