Dookie Season (feat. RMC Mike)

(Damn, Machu, why'd you have to do 'em like that?) We sit around sparking 'Woods up but this is not a camp Rich got the peach Crush, turned it to a lava lamp Bust the SBA for fifty-five then do my Sada dance Lil' bougie bitch with the grip, pussy got some clamps Dawg walked up a lil' too fast, I just shot a fan Underwater fucking on yo' bitch, I'm the Aquaman I been getting money since niggas was selling five for ten In the bay going hyphy, watch a nigga ghost ride the Benz I'ma jam the chip and slide, never fucked with pots and pans Stepping on shit with two straps, I'm the Prada Man Dunking' with the chop, knock yo' wig off like Juwanna Mann In a blacked-out Suburban, looking like Obama mans Put the strap down and get knocked out, I got a lot of hands When I was broke, I was lonely, now I'm up, I got a lot of friends Told Tron to meet me at the booth, it's time to politic Me and bro gon' fuck around and make some of the hottest shit I swear to God, no cap Sliding through the city with a .30 like Ordóñez Out of town, cheating on my bitch, told her my phone dead She see I'm balling like the NBA, she gave me pro head Bust a nut, bitch kept going, told her to go 'head Give me 'bout fifteen more minutes, I want some more head Sick of Sprite so I dropped a sixth of Wock' in a Code Red Nigga, I'll kill my sister, uncle, cousin for some old red If I don't come the 'Miris or the Purples, I'ma Ksubi jean it Would've hit yo bitch but she a rat, she need some coochie cleaning Lil' bougie bitch gon' throw a fit unless the sushi seasoned SB and RMC, we shitting, this the dookie season Girly stay solid to my nigga but the coochie cheating Told a Wock' pint, "I love you", and I truly mean it Fat nigga, I can't wear Balmain, I'ma Gucci jean it Me, BabyTron, and StanWill, we the Doonie Beaters I see them sideburns growing in, you a coochie eater You gave her four Percs just to fuck, you a coochie creeper Back to them sideburns you got, you a booty eater Could've punched the LV collection but the Gucci cleaner RMC Mike, BabyTron, we can't be stopped Our cup is so motherfucking dark, it can't be pop Unc' spent a thousand yesterday, he took auntie spot I just bought a black-out, the same one [?] got Got a sixth sense with the scamming, I can smell juggs .45 pin him to the wall, this a nail gun Four hundred dollars off of every twenty, I'm a jail plug Bought my new bitch a big bag, the Chanel one Thanksgiving dinner, granny talking 'bout she smell Runtz Tron got thirty cards on him now, I think he sell punch Teachers didn't like me, if I could, I would've failed lunch Bitch, I'm in the Lamb', put that old-ass Chevelle up