Shlohmo - The Fine Household lyrics

$ilkMoney's verse: I give my n***a the strap, I let my man sport Dope that i transport all up in my Jansport, lil shawty no poppin 'p, smoking that cancer Ya'll n***as out like he (?) Run in yo home, N collect what you owe, you be begging N keep sweating N exclaiming yo answers, catching temper-tantrums, shaking like spray-cans N break Dancers, uhh Ya chicken finger-p**y n***as like Snickle-fritz Talking bout flipping ish but a'int even hit a switch Lying on yo dick, when you a'int even hit the b**h And to be called to cla**, you illiterate Petty crimes, N peppers too peter didn't pick Prolly p**y, my holiday coochie Lilo-Stitch 6-2-6, be the price of a zip, its the drought, either gram it out, or hit you a lick Uhh, uhh So where we at wit it? Outside, never gone' hide, no black fitted This that sh** that make you get yo strap N mask real quick, got yo cash, beat a n***a a**, N dash real quick Matter fact, this that kick back, relax wit a pack of 6, no mental matter, just magic, Abracadabra b**h Throw it in the trash bag, paper or plastic, dont even matter because im addin it, uhhh