My Fucn House

This is my muh fucking house, hey I'm by the front door

Here about a blond haired bitch named Sisco

She'll do anything for daddy man the bitch go

Tell 'em what the doormat read baby {Big blow}

Uh, Pyrex and a digi scale

Fuck gloves I got gay all in my fingernails

And I can leave a set of white fingerprints

Chris Tucker, Larenz Tate, Dead Presidents

Dead white boys spread across the coffee table

I don't know maybe I'll start me up a record label

Fuck it get high and call what's her name

She like to play this little game called fuck a brain

Lord when you talk them numbers sound sophisticated

It ain't nothing even the pit-bull's affiliated

Yeah, the trespasser's gettin' bust on

G shit even the coupe's got Chucks on

Yeah,

This is my mother fuckin' house nigga

This is where I do it at

You got a problem with that

Yeah big dog nigga

If you ain't a big dog stay on the porch nigga

Dog house or nothing

Dog house everything nigga

I gotta whole house trap house and a flat

I'm on parole bitch so I need my pistol back

These rap niggas is too soft

I built this from the ground, the pound up

Until I knock your roof off

New boss Snoop off and on and

Heed him in the morning catch him while he yawning

My bitch is on the phone and my homies 'bout to zone in

Cracky smacky dippy whippy habitual potential

Strip for your credentials

Mental unessential, shit's official like a referee with a whistle

Nah my nigga shit's official, like a Jihad, Muslim with a missile

Catch me in the air we close to the nickel block

Nigga went platinum but I still serve that nickel rock

Hard times bad times fuck doing jail time

Cook it up rock it up bag it up and sell mines

This my mother fuckin' house

Take your mother fuckin' shoes off when you step in my house partner

Matter of fact take your hat off too

Nigga this the round table nigga

If you can't stand the heat get your punk ass up out the kitchen

I'm in the mother fuckin' room

This is my house in the middle of the trap

Open this door I'm sweating like I ran a fucking lap

Customers on hold stressing they keep coming back

3 6 5 2 4 7 I got Jumbo Jacks

Would you like your cheese with that

Yeah I like my cheese with that

Crack in the pot, round the clock

Open all night hitchin' blocks

Serving that doop stuck in my loop

Pitching that tragic all in the traffic

Me and my group, me and my cabinet

Fillin' the coop, pick it and bag it

I got the key to this spot break in, you gonna get popped

Fuck around and get molly whopped in here,

Better not attract no cops

I got another round chopped up in here,

Who want what I got in stock?

Not from Atlanta but I got heart

Chickens birdies quails, baking soda scales

Heavy weights exhale, 5 star hotels

I'm a grinder about my grit

Trying to increase my profit quick

50 thou under the couch

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