Ed, Edd, Eddy ft. Meek & Ferroo Lyrics

Pushin' up in big bodies, you would think I had a CDL

Shawty ass too fat, she can't be real, she got a BBL

I been in the field, ran a sack, like it's NFL

I think Shawty wanna fuck, I done popped up on her CFL

Shawty's out here burnt, she a penny, I'ma wish her well

I done hit a couple bad bitches, I don't kiss and tell

I done did a lot, done seen a lot, guess I'ma shit in hell

Count up on one hand, what I move, bitch, I'm Odell

Seal the package when I ship it, shit got no smell

Been round the block, you go and hit that, it ain't no tellin

Done got a job, don't gotta rob, bitch, I ain't no felon

Say I'm the man degenerous, but I ain't no Ellen

Talkin' shit, I pull it out the trunk, like an elephant

Shawty like a 7 wanna fuck, but I am celibate

I ain't green, I been around, don't try to play intelligent

I'm a demon, got no morals, swear to God, I'm devil-sent

Kickin' with the gang, it's time to clean up and get messy

My bitch said I'm trippin', might be right, but I'm a lefty

I been ducked off, had to run a bag, bitch, I'm hefty

I'ma pull up, I ain't busy, she just gotta text me

Get the money get the chicken, get the pesos

Countin money, duckin' niggas, yeah, bitch, I lay low

Keep a chopper with extension, uh, like it's Halo

Bitch is bad, but the next one look like J-Lo

Shawty like my shoes, yeah, fuck up off my J's hoe

Ballin' up in Detroit, ballin' like I'm Cade hoe

I ain't scared to fade, though, niggas want the smoke

But be fallin' like a maid hoe

Walk em' down, niggas roaches, spray em' with that raid hoe

Yeah, we undefeated, bitch, we ballin' like we 8-0

Shawty thick as fuck, ask her what the fuck she cakin for

Hit my phone, ask him for some dick, what you waitin' on

I just want the neck, stupid bitch, why you naked fo

Bitch, I gotta swerve, never lackin', I ain't playin', hoe

Hit my nigga Zo, what's the moves? I ain't stayin' home

Walk up in the club, hoes lit, you know I'm slayin' shit

Niggas mad I took it, so pop outside, I'm sprayin' shit

Walk up in the trap, niggas lack, get to prayin', bitch

Got the strap in my bag, blow the roof, I'm layin' shit

Take off on the plug, with the slug, why you weighin' shit

Mickey D's with the strap, yeah, filayin shit

Heard these niggas yappin', pull up, poof, he gone like magic

Heard these niggas lackin', meek pull up with automatics

Lil' bitch do gymnastics, make a scene, we shoot semantics

Hop out, get to blastin, catch a murder, it get nasty

All my niggas flashy, all your niggas lookin' ashy

Two bitches in the backseat, but this ain't no fuckin' taxi

I get the pack, and dish it, bitches call me Tyrese Maxey

Got this nigga runnin', but this ain't no motherfuckin' track meet

Bad bitch, and she classy, Bitch, I'm ballin' like a athlete

Addicted to this fashion, money good, it keep on stackin

Pay them full, plus a backendd', heard they duckin', niggas quackin

All my niggas eat, heard your niggas got a ration

Bad bitch, she a freak, in her sheets, and they satin

Bitch, I count it up, doin' things you can't imagine

Pull up to your door, with this burner hot and ready

Yeah, that nigga pussy pop, that nigga like a cherry

When my nigga Ro, I gotta hit him on my celly

Said he got some hoes that want that dick up in they belly

Hannah, Karlie, Maya, and a bad bitch named Kelly

All them eat the dick up, but ian talkin' Denny's