Kung fu panda
We got chop sticks just like Kung Fu Panda, I'm ridin round with that hammer
I'm with a bitch ain't got no manners
You poor baby, can't fuck, got standards
Pretty thick bitch and I think she a dancer
Oouuu and I think she a cancer
I get high and like to fuck on camera
My therapist say that's the wrong answer
Been too busy can't pick up my cellular
But if it's money calling know I'm gone answer
We smoke big, big, big gas that pressure
Exotic smoke only no regular
Bitch wanna fuck got to get back to her
Cause fuckin' ain't part of my schedule
I got some diamonds that shine with the lights on me
This ain't no silhouette challenge
All of these hoes gettin hard to manage
He just poured a deuce in a Fanta
We drop off gifts while you sleep like Santa
Niggas holding these hoes up for ransom
Let the bitch go she wanna fuck too
I put me before you that's just what I do
If your rap sheet good I might hire you but you got keep that fye on you
Ain't shit like my daddy mama told me she proud of me
I feel like I just hit the lottery
I sculpt me a bitch just like I'm doing pottery
Then break her back down where she need to be
We scoring touchdowns like we play for the major league
Niggas so corny they story be make believe
If the bitch really pretty I might just suck her feet
And let her suck me to sleep
Wanna fuck on that hoe but she text back too fast
I don't know kind of scared me
We gettin money everyday of the week
Just to talk gotta pay a fee
Scream free Jocc and Will till they open them clinks
Let my niggaa get back in them streets
Scream Long Live Sus everyday of the week
And I keep these niggas out of my reach
Hoes get to asking me too many questions
Got damn bitch you trynna kill me?
A lyin ass hoe put fear in me, baby we can hoe coherently
She say fuck you, I say I agree, call me build a bitch LLC
Every damn day got a new white tee, I'm feeling so fresh so clean
Bitches get mad that they need me got the lil ho calling me mean
I smoke too much got damn weed I think my piss turned green
All damn day Ray chasing this money I think she a got damn fein
Rule number one to be a playa ass nigga you got to keep your damn nose clean
Rule number two gotta keep your cool don't be bitching that's what hoes do
Rule number three give the bitch what she need we out here playin for keeps
Never trust a bitch that's rule number four
Got killers hover over that boy when they bored
Add one more point to the score
My niggas trapping they out in the back selling loads bitch