Ibaka

Fuck
 God damn hoes
 This nigga goofie as fuck
 Fonds like this what
 Boy aye, what? Yeah
 Down down down
 Catch a opp and we rob him, we mob him, what's popping?
 The glock in my pocket get shot in yo face just for talking
 Give me noggin', she moppin', she toppin'
 If Kid make the beat then you know that bitch jumping and rocking
 Stop it, rocket run in yo apartment, no knocking
 Kick that nigga door in with 10's in the stopper
 We plotting like Capital One, so bitch what's in yo wallet?
 'Cause my niggas clocking them pockets
 Pocket rocket them bodies be dropping
 The police be watching but they can not block it Ibaka
 They watching binoculars, send that boy right to the doctor
 Then throw my shit right in the washer
 He copping and we caught a opp right, when hе was parking
 His car at the mall, he was shopping
 And we bеat the boy like we boxing, one two pop 'em
 Last thing he saw was them problems
 And niggas ain't doing no robbing, niggas be Batman
 Doc see the shots in the cat scan
 And I whip the work with the chef man, and he cook it right
 But he beat the pot with the left hand
 And If I have a wedding the plug is the best man
 Shots at yo head, ain't no need for a vest man
 Best friend, I fucked the bitch at the West End
 My G got the glock and goon got Smith & Wesson
 Like I get into it, I like how she do it, yo bitch slob
 And drooling and we running through it
 She like, "What you doing?"
 I say, "Bitch I'm cooling" I don't want the cooties, I rub on her booty
 We Netflix and chill, Imma pick out the movie just go to the store
 And bitch bring back the fruities
 Timmy work at the pool, toy bring all the groupies
 Show boobies, I pull out then fuck in Jacuzzi
 White bitch names Suzy work at the best buy
 Slim thick cutie, remind me of Left Eye
 Ice with the jewels, they like "Look at that guy"
 Scat pack glock in that bitch and it's matte black
 Matte black, think I meant matte red play with me
 That's dead, forty block serving the meth heads
 Point me to the bitch in the hood and they call her Pebbles
 'Cause I heard that bitch got the best head
 She give me her face and I'm coming, we running and gunning
 These niggas be slumming, we dumping
 My boy Jesus be punching them numbers
 You give him your card, best believe he gon' add a few commas
 In the summer I pick yo bitch up in the Hummer, can't fuck her
 A nigga just ran out of condoms
 And I can't wife a bitch, that's like me going straight to a cardy and that shit is fake
 Upset ya bitch, I got the water I fuck on your daughter
 'Cause that bitch was cute kinda sorta
 I been fucking this bitch way before you was starting roulets
 At thirty I throw down a quarter
 Peaches, I fuck that bitch right in Georgia
 Sweet, move that bitch right down to Florida
 She geeking, If that head good I record her
 Kid Porter, my nigga be fucking his daughter
 Yeah, I told these niggas like
 One, two, I think this probably the third or fourth time I told these niggas man
 I really feel like I'm the best in the muthafuckin', in the world though
 You dig what I'm sayin'? (Yeah)
 Yeah, yeah yeah
 I ain't-ain't really got too much to say much right now though
 You dig? Shout out to all these muthafuckin' guys man
 The whole gang, Soul Train
 You wanted a piece, I'm gettin' the whole thang
 Aye now that shit really gon' crazy (yeah)
 Yeah, ha, that bitch worry 'bout babies, think I'm crazy, hop in Mercedes
 We see you later, I'm gone