nof*ckinglulu

[Intro:]
What, what, what (What, what, what)
What, what, what (What, what, what)
What, what, what (What, what, what)
What, huh, what (What, huh, what)

[Chorus:]
This that up that, fuck that, hang out the roof with it
She wan’ get smackdown I guess I’m r-truth with it
G by my side at all times bitch I poop with it
Don’t need a rari, I’m copping some new linen
Reason they hating because I got new winnings
Attracting some psycho’s, I think I need new women
She act like a queen but she ain’t getting ‘lulemon
Stay touching cheese bitch I feel like the new Heffley

[Verse:]
Cook up wit’ a pot like I’m Stephen
Off this pack bitch I’m fly like eleven (but I ain’t strange)
He got booked now he hooping like Devin
Keep a G on my side it’s Wesson
Beam on that bitch I think it’s a heat seeker
Cannot beef with you, ‘cause you is a tweaker
In love with your shorty cause she is a- (what, what)
Bitch I’m a certified geeker
You ain’t no P you in love with a eater
Man fuck that ticket I’m kicking the meter
Claim you the line so I’m doing you greazer
I’m hurt but I won’t be a cheater
We made you main shooter run like cheetah
All of this ice I might cop a wife beater
I don’t hit woman but her back imma beat
If it’s too good I don’t think imma leave it
Ice on my neck and my wrist I’m anemic
Can’t fuck with nigga’s that move pedophilic
Met with the plug and these prices outrageous
Talking to crazy this G get to squeezing
Fake ass niggas I promise I peep it
Got some new tracks I think imma sneak it
Your shit, wack, delete it
Might go MIA with a beeper
Too nice for this shit, got a black and white bitch, with some curly ass hair and some nice ass lips
Told me slide don’t slip, ‘cause I can’t get clipped, she one hour away and I might take the trip
Why my guard down (trip)
Need to lock in (on god), got that g to the c in my pocket (bow)
Pray to god that I won’t have to pop it
Ain’t a league if it was I would rock it (rock it)

[Bridge:]
(Hey, hey) I would rock it, word
Her bed get to rocking (oh my gosh)
What, what, what (What, what, what)
What, what, what (What, what, what)
What, what, what (What, what, what)
What, huh, what (What, huh, what)

[Chorus:]
This that up that, fuck that, hang out the roof with it
She wan’ get smackdown I guess I’m r-truth with it
G by my side at all times bitch I poop with it
Don’t need a rari, I’m copping some new linen
Reason they hating because I got new winnings
Attracting some psycho’s, I think I need new women
She act like a queen but she ain’t getting ‘lulemon
Stay touching cheese bitch I feel like the new Heffley