Got the pistol (Yeah), get to clickin' (Woah). Home sweet home inside, yeah, all my dogs is wildin'. Beast mode and squeeze something. And they don't know what time it is but I know it's time to eat. Leave out this bitch, comin' back with the dawgs. The Fam, Trill, Louisiana PRC. Who you lovin', who you wanna be fuckin'.
Dey killed my dog and its hurtin me(owh)got me back on purple-e. Fuck my head up mo cuz i seen 'em lay down on da murder scene now im mad as a bitch sad as a bitch. Backed up dat kitchen misdemeanors. I pew in the 'Gatti. Bitch, go sicko on my pickle, mala lipama pasico. Shout out Pluto, this that Eno make that ass up like it cymbals, ow!
But she my lil' mama. I been livin like a timer, and i like it. He cried tears of joy, then he got him tatted. Do I look like I'm playing with you. Not wearin a rubber got me stuck now with three kids. Big rocks in my mouth, can't remember how many asteroids I ate. Mahogany skin touch me I cut your hands off. Okay, who gon' pop me? I know I ain't perfect, I shouldn't need to work on. When I'm on my savage shit, bodies on that blacktop (Yeah). Get your ass up off the computer. Momma told me never leave my pistol at home boosie tv. Now they do it on them buses.
But I'm still starvin' like a skinny model in that lace line, that plate mine. Bitch should go read a thesaurus. When u smellin good (whoo). I don't sleep and I'm still livin' out my dreams (I don't sleep). We got that PTSD like some Vietnam vets. Dey like lil boosie spit dat real shit. All my shows, be exciting. Momma told me never leave my pistol at home boosie n. And everything lovely. I feel like ' James Harden, you block my jumper, goddamn. All we know is big B's, yeah, you know, that's gang, gang. Thinkin' these niggas tryin' to do me. I told moma im thuggin outside. And I don't miss my thottie, I just miss my homie.
So I tried to call, but I couldn't reach ya'. Match consonants only. You nigga, big pimp, but I ball hardly. Oh my God it's Cocaina. I'm bout to sip on this syrup 'til I drown. Took a few L's without 'em, I couldn't spell 'Life'. Everytime I take a sip of henn. Momma told me never leave my pistol at home boosie west. I'll pop dance for muscle relaxation. Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, Sinead O'Connor, yeah. Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt. Crossin' me is like watching a cross burn.
Come back with the bag, the package and all, yeah. She 'bout to twerk on the ground. And if you sleepin' on Lil Tunechi, rest in peace (Rest in peace). My drip droppin', nigga you gon' mop it. Way too fuckin' expensive (Yeah). But when I holla he ain't holla back. I get loose in the coup. They like to give me head. Than much more as the punch pour. Started from Ragu, made it way up to lasagna, yeah. Every time I'm O. T., my bitch cry like T. O. We the dodo in the dutches.
Lil Nick, they tired. But ain't no tellin' where your body might pop up. Oops, I mean masseuses massage me, I'm gruesome, I'm grimey. 'Cause when I was down, you all got lost on me like Bin Laden. I ain't a killer, but don't push me, like a red button. I had a Benz when you had a bike, uh. We cocked it back and we was blastin. Walking on water, this a new world order.