[Intro:]
Ain't no p**y good enough for me to go raw
Unless Rihanna titties out with her thong off
[Verse 1:]
Ain't no p**y good enough for me to go raw
Unless Rihanna titties out with her thong off
She could f** Drake, Chris and Meek Mills
I tell her give me the p**y after you done with them
I get a b**h pregnant then I'm going ham n***a
And if a n***a won't beef we going ham n***a
On my St. Louis sh** we going ram n***a
And with the rock eye dip like cam n***a
187 I'm a motherf**ing drug dealer
Like a dyke swear to God I don't love n***as
And on my metro talking to my eses
Get off 9 I ain't slept like in 9 days
And my drop top looking like MacGyver
I make my baby mama do all my driving
I'm a regis to my sun just like me
Get off the pill and I might get high fe
[Hook:]
187 to the feds I'm drug dealer
Like a dyke swear to God I don't like n***as
And on my metro talking to my eses
Get off 9 I ain't slept like in 9 days
I got work n***a [x6]
[Verse 2:]
I'm in the spot feeling just like a smoker
My n***a Mace nick named himself Coca
Him and puchi go hard with the chocha
J Imagine in my mind
See these hoes ain't sh** but I'm the same
f** a b**h me and studs we're the same
I'm a blood like my n***a Lil Wayne
I'm a blood like f** it I bang
Get off 99 ways 9 different place
9 times out of 10 all these n***as fake
9 ratchets got more than just 9 lives
And with that 9 I can make 9 mama's cry
187 to my motherf**ing enemies
f** a snitch and a motherf**ing witness
Make a b**h get rid like real fast
You look back like daddy, sh** I got eyes
[Hook:]
187 to the feds I'm drug dealer
Like a dyke swear to God I don't like n***as
And on my metro talking to my eses
Get off 9 I ain't slept like in 9 days
I got work n***a [x6]
[Verse 3:]
9/11 insides with a blue roof
Feel my n***a booze up, that's my blue roof
Remember back then when I didn't have sh**
Me and my n***as stick together like a** cheeks
f** a yee and a buster I don't need that
Got a DM like n***a I need that
Give her loan dick and tell her what's the feedback
Too many eyes and you circle when the G's at
Where the P's at, where the B's at
And if you're crippled certified where the C's at?
Where the V's at, where the tree's at
Where whoops up are just the master meeze at
187 tell that p**y I overk**ed
Lil pretty, lil b**h had to overhear
Like a p**y name clip of the same sh**
She got some wet lick n***a cause I can't quit
[Hook:]
187 to the feds I'm drug dealer
Like a dyke swear to God I don't like n***as
And on my metro talking to my eses
Get off 9 I ain't slept like in 9 days
I got work n***a [x6]