Rubbin’ Off Insane

[Intro]
That's what I thought you said
Now let me offer this as a rebuttal
West Orlando the best Orlando
EffEl everything else bih

[Verse]
Point that sig at his face RIP and I ain’t smoking cigs
Feel like the man with that fucking pole in my fucking hand
Not my dick I'm talking hand cannon, 1911
Remington I couldn't afford the coat nigga was too broke
That was way back when back when I was broke
Said my partner what you make a show and gave my plug some more, so
What you really got for me besides some pussy I don’t really want
Why'd the chicken cross the road?
Cause I'm serving pigeons ho
She tipping on tippy toes mean she's creeping on you bro
She's probably sleeping on ya dawg she itching for monologues
The blunts I'm burning thick as logs I need my [?] involved
If I get my ends involved these dividends is for my dawgs, aye
My bitch she rubbin' off insane
My dawg might swat it out the paint
I'm not feeling myself the same
I’m not feeling myself today
I was serving out Sherwood Place
And I can sit and tell you that with a half a pint in my face
Point that sig at his face RIP and I ain’t smoking cigs
Feel like the man with that fucking pole in my fucking hand
Not my dick I'm talking hand cannon, 1911
Remington I couldn’t afford the coat nigga was too broke
That was way back when back when I was broke
Said my partner what you make a show and gave my plug some more, so
What you really got for me besides some pussy I don't really want
Why'd the chicken cross the road? Cause I'm serving pigeons ho
Why’d the chicken cross the road? Cause I'm serving pigeons ho
Why'd the chicken cross the road? Cause I'm serving pigeons ho