F**k yo mama, f**k yo mama, f**k yo mama,
F**k that b***h!
F**k yo mama, f**k yo mama, f**k yo mama,
Whoop that trick!
(X2)

I don't give a f**k, I don't give a s**t,
I'll get a b***h, to suck my elbow
I got a sweater, and it's blue
I aint got one, I got three

I aint no gangmember, I aint no cuzz
But I'm wearin' all read prolly cause I'm a
Yellow person, and homie I'm screamin
I don't bust nuts, I fill yo girl mouth with white stuff

F**k yo mama, (Fool!) f**k yo mama, f**k yo mama
F**k that b***h!
F**k yo mama, f**k yo mama, f**k yo mama
Whoop that trick!
(X2)

I got friends that sell drugs, guess where we at?
We at the... Social hall, with them b*****s,
Hittin' them swishes
Gimmie them lips and we givin them hugs
Yall already know, we be all gangbangin'

Already know that we got drugs
Goin to the store,
Prolly buyin' some pancake mix
I don't even go to the store

F**k yo mama, f**k yo mama, f**k yo mama
F**k that b***h!
F**k yo mama, f**k yo mama, f**k yo mama,
Whoop that trick!

Yea, what you know about wearin' a sweater
That don't match with my shoes like
Homie, I don't play that s**t
I got a gun, homie don't walk, you betta skip!

F**k that trick, f**k that hoe,
I make money, I make chedda
You know who I am, you know where I be
You know plus 1 plus 2 is 4

All up in the club, now I'm at the door
You don't got enough, so I guess you want more
Hoe, I eat chocolate and marshmallows
So that's a smooore.

F**k yo mama, f**k yo mama, f**k yo mama
F**k that b***h!
F**k yo mama, f**k yo mama, f**k yo mama
Whoop that trick!
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