Aight hold up
Brooke candy
Bubblegum and taffy
Get some of this and you gon' be happy
Uh
You smilin', you smilin'
Cause I stay styling
Two bitches deep
Yeah you know that we be whiling
Crazy, baby
That's how God made me
Throw them pussy
Makes me money
Scissor, sister
Rhymes like a twister
Freaky prince$$
Know that bitch cause I fist her
Fresh to death
Like I hopped off out the casket
Smoking on purp
Boy you know you better pass it!
Married to the mob
I'm a mafia shit
I don't like your shoe game
You should be wearing cement
At the bottom of the ocean
I be mixing up a potion
Got that scarface pussy
Makes you cop it in my lotion