Thursday Night

Yeah
Fuego Gang
In this bitch
J-A-Y
They say watch where you fly
They may swat you
I'm a Hell of a delinquent
I do what they tell me not to
Despite who
Tells me the repercussions
It's nothing
Man
I'm always up to something
Mean mugging
Music bumpin'
Bass thumpin'
Enough to get ya whole block jumping
Even dentists hate how I'm flossin'
They moving with caution
Trying to get my attention
Knowing I lost em'
I done lost em'
All up in my email wondering what them features cost em
I'm awesome

Like Nick-toons was to my goons back in the '90s
Shit
I throws
References like those
And they still behind me
Could turn into a fucking psycho on the track
Raise hell
Leave some shotgun shells
In ya back
And you'll still rewind me
See me dressed in all orange
Waiting for fans to pour in
Adorin'
Everything I do and wake up every single morning
Touring
To support ya boy
Get this shaded bastard a foreign
Rarri for the weekends
And head to toe Ralph Lauren
Mcloran
McLaren
And stacks
For every one of my brethren
And heaven for my other half
Paradise at last
Listen to the words that fly off of my lips
You gotta feel the beat in ya stomach and the words on your clit
We all deserve to be rich
But the majority is poor man
Life is a bitch
And ion give a fuck no more
Oh now your offended
Well fuck u whore
This is mild compared to what I have in store
My shit multiplies then divides like rabbits or
Whatever else fucks a lot
I'm not too hot
With analogies at the moment
Sorry
I hardly
Can come up with something clever to say
They say
It's inevitable jay
Wait what?
Am I not enough?
That's not when u said when you needed ya turkey stuffed
Little bubble butt
What the fuck is up??
It ain't nun wrong with a little bit of suck n' fuck
Shit you think I'm playing but I'm really trynna' bust a nut
I'm not gonna touch myself so that's not gonna happen
I can be the rower
And you can be the captain
I'ma rock the boat
Le-leave you soaked
Can't talk no more I done fucked up your throat