Holla, take an l out it's hola,
Fo’ dollas, my swag is pretty boy soldja,
I told ya,
Don't sleep, I wak up with folgers,
And donuts,
I keep my cream (kreme) crispy,
Little whiskey in my soda,
Hold up,
I think I have an idea,
Pick up some beer,
Know a party
We can slide there,
I got some clear,
And an arizona ice tea,
We might be,
The flyest kids around, yeah it's likely,
The fur on my coat, make it easy to rope, a little chicken,
And when I get my bucket it is easy pickins,
Ya gotta love it, I does it and it's beautiful,
Up jumps a suitable, slut for the dude to pull
You might work in a cubicle, to pay off ya school,
But it's your day off, ya fool
I think I remind her of her fatha, (father)
Well kinda,
Cause when he get angry then he hollas, ya folla (follow)
Wake up
Collar caked up with make up
I holla-ed at a fake slut,
Who wallowed bout her break up,
Her a cup,
Smaller than I usually go for,
But with her fat ass
She had me rushin (russian) like the cold war,
No cold sores,
Cleaner than I keep my teefies,
She's pulling of my three piece
We chief up in her teepee,
A repeat,
Smoke weed and watch beat street,
For three weeks,
But I might leave when she needs me
The wood in my ac, makes it easy to stack
A couple broads, and you know the odds, it's in the cards,
You gotta dig it, I dug it and I did it,
Up jumps the rhythm, and young punks get livid
When they see me at red door getting some free shots,
In a green top and some knee socks
Like tyler,
Not stephan; creator
Peace see you later, gotta holler at my neighbor