Picky

[Verse 1: Sunshine Christo]
Pulled up in a new car, and the shit goes fast
Left some bums in the past, and they can't accept that
They be reaching out, reaching out for a hand
But I won't take it, so I let it fall like a can
They be like, "Christo, how you nineteen with a bitch thirty-three?"
I answer, "I can love a woman as long as she supplies money"
I am not picky, just kidding, I hate fat hoes
How are you such a ho' when you weigh more than a boat?
Who the fuck is out here fucking fat hoes?
Don't answer that, I don't want to know!
I'm just having fun, you're having panic attacks
When you commit suicide, I'll be smoking your pack
With my little brother, and you know he keeps a strap
Underestimate us, and we will shoot your ass
Underestimate us, and we will rob you, man
You say it's impossible, but trust me, we can

[Verse 2: Vain]
I can't lie, I'm a little drunk tonight
Ten bottles down, I been partying all night
I see a fat ho', I think she look skinny
Girl come here, I'm trying to fuck Miss Piggy
Got the Cocaine in the Ibuprofen bottle
See a bad bitch, got my penis on full throttle
Nightclub music, on a Fight Club movement
I got voices in my head telling me, "Shoot him, shoot him, shoot him"