from the garden
*Lyrics from Snippet*
Came out busting
Came out puffing
Came out fucking
On your cousin
I do all these floozies worser
Than they daddy, but you love her
You in trouble, I'm lil' sunny
I go barbecue with Satan
That's your busy, it ain't shit
I went shopping, left it running
Check my hundreds, check my onion
We watch cable at my Auntie's
Cause my papa wasn't trapping
But my uncle onto something
Mr. Magic Billy Batson
Mr. Magic Billy Batson
Miss me with that loco hating
On a nigga, get it cracking
I'm not surprised, I'm on the rise
Been on a ride, wet as my eyes
Spare me the lie, just hold it down
All I require, just hold it down
They go shit talking when we not around
Niggas be hating with feet on the ground
Got that lil' jit with a beat on the couch
Nut on her coochie and then beat on her mouth
Came out bussin, came out bussin
Came out bussin, came out bussin
Came out bussin, came out bussin
Came out bussin, came out bussin
Came out bussin, came out bussin
Came out bussin, came out bussin
Came out bussin, came out bussin
Came out bussin, came out bussin
I’m road runnin', I'm so cunning
High tech digit, flat four button
Bad boy shawty, that boy probably
Nascar Audi, Swanton Bomb it
Two white bitches, still gon' pick it
Fly shit kick it, still cold digit
Young like Slizzy, get back witcha
Step back, hit em with the step back swish it
Hey nigga, hoping that her nut might glisten
Shit might triple, shit might whistle
She might hit you, Willy Wonka, in my codeine
Then my nigga
I been stacking for a really
When he pull up, they gon' pay back
You went platinum up in prison
I'm just floating on a river
Please be cunning, please be gorgeous
Please be with it, please be for it
Never do donuts in your foreign
Never pay, hey, well I do it
Never control it, I can't control it