Ed, Edd N Eddy

Look, don’t tell me that I’m trippin' I’m just talkin' real
My brother died I went to slide while u poppin' pills
I drop a song once a month but I’m poppin' still
I’m with the plug a hundred dubs trynna cop a deal
Freak bitch in my backseat stuffed with a hundred pills
High five yo dumbass it was a easy drill
I talk stupid to anybody cause who a bitch for real?
Shoot a nigga til' he sleep don’t lose your lips for real
Aye, got it out the mud
U ain’t wit' the gang u wasn’t at the club
Fuck wit TLC but I’m not a scrub
Nigga all this dirty money i think I need a tub
I can show you how to play the game I’m the quarterback
Gave young dog a whole zip he brought a quarter back
I just wanna see my niggas win it’s really more than rap
I just knocked a bitch from Brisbane she got a border pass
Ay, laugh at bitch like yase dumbass
Told the bitch bfore she fuck she needa border pass
5 bags with hunduns off a snotty nose
Really take a nigga soul stop drop & roll
Aye, I love that hunnid' blast
If I ain’t hit nothin' then I’m bumin back
I be running plays like a running back
I just took a nigga load that’s a hunnid pack
All it take is one play & now I’m on the road
I ain’t coming to the show if I can’t bring a pole
Broke bitch can’t fuck with me I get a lot of doe
Get on onlyfans with yo friends you ain’t gotta hoe
Aye, two sticks break em' off like they siamese
Gelonade got me clocked talking Chinese
In the county With my thugs where you can find me
Running plays require practice you end up waist deep
Aye, in the field when it’s kickoff
Drop a bag on yo head when I’m pissed off
Had to take my money back, heard they miss dog
When you suckin' on this dick please no lipgloss
Big chop we on some sb & Pook shit
Niggas always talkin' to the bitch but never do shit
I feel like foe nick im on the road & I got two sticks
Shoutout bay wit the K my niggas ruthless
Me & bro matching plays fuck woods bitch
the grain like a wood tip
Show stopper, because just know I got sticks
I’ll pop ya' I love to give off hot shit
AH, these some new kicks
You woulda thought I fuck with nip all these blues strips
Trynna make em' somersault he hit two flips
I just left Neiman Marcus that’s some new drip
Out on mount Whitney with the Whitney dealing wit' the hills
Back to the field just lay low cause it can get real
Brody sip syrup & clock clocks he ain’t into pills
I been going crazy independent I ain’t signed a deal
Look Aye, Bro been going crazy he ain’t signed a deal
Niggas know I’m turnt up you’ll die for real
Aye, watch it rise like some cake get it vaccumm sealed
Nigga really busting down trap he ain’t sending pills
Aye, we ain’t sending pills
You can pull up to the trap we ain’t giving deals
I ain’t signing nothing unless it’s worth a mill
I’ll beat a nigga ass think I’m Emmett Till