SMG
I seen a lil shawty starin' glarin' at me
She hopped up in the car little shawty what it be
She say she like the whip
She love my gold teeth
She reached for my belt
But I had the strap underneath
I take a bitch out cuff her for the week
I break her down like a pound of the weed
I split her open just like Moses did the sea
Now we gettin' down fuckin' in the back seat
She wet, pourin' out like a sink
She drippin' now drop it down on me
She say she wanna lay it down on me
She do it so good god damn shawty
How you do it how you work it so good
Mobbin got that thug love don't get misunderstood
Or misinterpret it Mobbin always workin' bitch
And if you need me call my little whodie she be servin' it
She my servant yea she do just what I say
We boofed up karma sutra fuckin' namaste
I say I'm stayin bitch you know I gotta go
Glocks up, anime shawty out the co
Waco, I'm talkin' down south pimpin'
Talkin' bout when I pull up my rims still spinnin'
I'm still tippin', on them 4-4's
When they see me they be askin' "WHO?" like Mike Jones
Cyclone, hurricane on my wrist
This ain't no typhoon bitch it's the apocalypse
Apocalyptical, Mobbin I be rippen' em'
Y'all trashy rappers swear to god I'm so sick o' y'all