Pu$$y (RNT) (feat. Billy Blue)

Lord have murcielagos waiting on the nigga

At the end when the time come

Get the drop on the weed spot

Like there's too much water in the tea pot, huh

Lord have murcielagos on the poor, nigga, pour, nigga

They adore the event of war

Down force on the doors of adored niggas

Does the lord like to thank award winners?

And the war winners'll rewards inner

Or the all-enders ain't the pure chemists

So the form in this can be raw in this like the porn business

Keen to king 'til the, 'til the pawn hit us

If he goes, half a million sold, sold the soul, going gold

In the end will it go to the pawn business?

You ain't doing nothing with it

Let a nigga get it for the low-low-low-low

Lames tried to form it, brains couldn't

Storm it like a ororo-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro

In the philippines eating chicken wings

Smothered with adobo-dobo-dobo-do

Vatos, fiascos, vocos locos like a cho-lo-lo-lo

Gadget go, go, go, go, go

Ratchet ho, ho, ho, ho, ho

Santa ho, ho, ho, ho, ho

K-ci, jo-jo-jo-jo-jo

Brown skin brother in a fed box at the hell

Lil' nigga live there for months

Except these young, black males wouldn't

Drive if you give them trucks

Nigga, nigga, nigga what

I don't give a, give a, give a, fuck

With a, with a, with a mind full of money, pockets full of nothing

Niggas gonna feel what a nigga feel

Always been a winner ever since beginner

All the way to the end and never ever been a pussy

Pussy nigga, pussy pussy nigga, pussy pussy nigga get fucked

Real nigga, twitter, what?

Lord, please keep these diablo niggas off a nigga mind

Lord, please keep these diablo niggas off a nigga spine

Lord, please keep me fiasco outta rest of these nigga lie

These nigga lie, these nigga lie, these nigga lie, these nigga lie

Lord, please forgive me for the sinning

Sinning please forgive me for the snitching to the lord

Openin' for businesses to the ribbon niggas

Wanting to get in, open up the doors

Son wanna feel 'em, open up the ceiling

Niggas start tripping, open up the floor

Trap like indiana jones looking for a map

That I sketched on the back on one of my raps under my hat

Coffin is the cousin to the bed that's under my back

Dream so real niggas die taking one of my naps

Mattress full of money, monster under that sheets full of raps

Comfort for the weak, sleep for the whack

Party while you slumber, tell 'em money coming, jump in my sack

Niggas wanna exercise, exercise I-x-I ain't no jumpin' my jack

If I lift an arm I'mma lift a car, nigga, that's a gun in my lap

Hurdle to the tire, chariots of fire

I'm a flyer, take you under my flap

Is he going nuts? Is he going bolts?

No, going both running my track

Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga what

I just figure, figure, figure you gon' be a nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga what

And since niggas is faster than them white folks on the tracks

White folks tightrope, like both, I could be a sprintin' nigga

Nik wallenda, runnin' over rap

I higher, higher wire, you a wire on a power pad running over that

Running over that, running over that, running over that, running over that

Five time winner, five-nine, fine line thinner

Einstein mind, mind bender

Fine dine, nine, wine, find cocaine in my mind's antenna

Pussy!