Witty Lyrics
Dr. Coke cuttin' 3's
I’m on that win shit no grin shit, Cokey on that lit shit, Cokey finna drop a bomb on all these fuckin' dipshits
The hate is just coming but I’m ballin' while I curve it, I laugh about the bitch then I’m poppin’ like it’s Christmas
Liquorish, second favorite candy all season, first comes that thick, wet pussy while it’s leakin'
Stealin’ all your thunder, call me Rachel cuz I’m thievin’, I’m tryna keep my name, fuck that hoe shit I’m leavin
This is India, one time Bombay, middle fingers in the sky while we screaming fuck hate
I’m aboutta' head out and get myself a milkshake, cuz my flow is so fire, you know why I separatе
Myself from the averagе, bmd a savage, bmd gon’ take his shots and make a (beep) vanish
Like magic, this the fuckin' trick of the year cuz I’m stayin’ so calm but yet I’m doing damage
I’m wildin' I’m on flakka, high like a Rasta, she say she like my smell, I’m wearing cigarettes and Prada
I’m aboutta' take a rip inside my room by the corner, cuz we’re out here still tryna legalize ganja
That shit don’t do no harm, it brings peace and love, you gotta take another hit and then you’re up above
The clouds of faith, where you meet the one and only entity, give him a high five and back down you’re doing splendidly
Tremendously, it’s all about respect and integrity, the door stay shut while you live behind your fuckery
A party down the street and your girl she be calling me, she’s asking me to come I told her say it with that kitty baby
I’m litty baby, you know me I’m so witty baby, pop a xan cuz I've been feeling pretty shitty lately
But that’s okay tho, sometimes I’m loco, Yeah I’m a sinner these are horns not a halo
These bitches suicidal they be drownin' in my voice got a bad ass ting and she make a lot noise
She go doggy on this dick flip her over like a coin, buss a nut on her face then we’re lightin' up a joint
Took a step back, before I destroy, I’m a real ass G getting straight to the point
All this sauce on me like I got no fucking choice I was sent from above I proclaim then rejoice
Got the bottles and the stash and the gang on me, after parties ain’t shit we pull up at your street
Turnin’ up in this bitch Dr.Coke cuttin' 3's
All these notes turnin' white now it’s white money
Happy face Gandhi he’s so proud of me
He multiplying in my pocket he see more of he
Double cup codeine, duffle bag with trees
Smokin' dope that’s a lot mans aboutta go green, ay!