Trust me this is about to be fire heh
Let him cook
Let him cook now
Let him cook
I said
Let him cook
Fucking that bad bitch all night alright
Her pussy wet and that shit tight
Cum in her ass and say goodnight
Woke up came headlights
Back at my show where the fans fright
They trying to get me some head right
Pussy want to talk he can try to write
He don't know we go fight for fight
Like a bogo deal from big y
I admit that I didn't try
2022 was the end of sight
We making bangers that ignite
Dropping a ep album in sight
Make it all happen with my foresight
This the grind time shine my light light
Feelings bright bright going top-flight
On the skylight where we belong
Please start giving us our props
Fuck she talking bout yeah we know she a guy
Cause she whipped out one bigger than mine
Said what you have in mind
Yo wife dance like it's disco night
Steady stackin bangers real mufphucka
Erick Wright
You the type to sell yo soul
Just so you can buy a dime
Half the shit up on yo cloud dookie
It don't even rhyme
Yo girl got the movement
We Peter pipin all night
You must gotta small one
The way that shit was tight tight
Smackin on that ass and she grip my shit wit all her might
Yeah she droppin by every time that y'all have a fight
Shawty fine fine juicy pussy that berry ripe
We smokin that good good
Got me higher then a kite
Runtz in the wood while yo momma lickin on my pipe
Boy yo shit is trash you can't even build no hype
Most yo exes ugly we can tell that you gotta type
More you fuck around darker it's gon get
You gon need a light
If we really want to on this track
We end ya life
Melatonin in yo cup
That shit ain't no dirty sprite
Sippin on DayQuil
But yo ass goin goodnight
Can't say drop the training wheels
Cause you still ride onna trike
Yo granny came through with with that cookie told me take a bite
She say that we very nice
And my dick got some height
Movin random up and down
She know how to ride it right
Webbin inside call it spider riders
My time up bye
Bye bye
You gonna die mayfly
You shouldn't diss my ally
Before it becomes a fight
Cause he gonna fuck you up
He gonna turn you to rum
After you'll get addicted
Then you'll post all over the net
Saying how you make better music
Lil bro just stop it
Stop it
We know you don't got hot pockets
We know you just poor
Please get some racks
