Cougar Slayer ft. DTC Vibe Lyrics

Yo bitch gave the coochie for a blunt and a happy meal

Niggas hoes for real, with no hustle but want to cheer

Fuckin' in the car, then I nut on the steering wheel

Heard a nigga slippin' in the wood with banana peel

Bitch, why you in my face talkin'? I'm more than high

I put a nigga in the sky, I'm more than fly

You ain't got a beard to your face, you the elder kind

Sick bitch know that I cheat, but I'm still gon' lie

I was at your baby mama house, that's my alibi

I pan a nigga red twice, that's a double die

Told my cougar bitch she was bad, back in junior high

Knock a nigga teeth out and say he got

Knock a nigga high, bust a cougar eye

Told my cougar bitch, act her age, bitch up and die

Plan shoots a ladder with the opps, I just roll the slide

I probably hit my bitch friend and she close her eye

I don't give a fuck what you think, who are you to me

I be shootin' shots like I'm Jordan with 223

Your bitch gave head, fucked around and got gum disease

I tried to pull out on the bitch and she locked her knees

Don't keep on tryin' to act tough with a 9 to 5

Peer shots bangin' in the hood, but I'm probably high

You be hangin' out with them coons, you mortar kind

This a afterburner, why you even cryin' over a bitch if you didn't earn it

Niggas want bodies to their name but don't even murder

I beat a nigga ass quick if I hear a murmur

Heard your baby died from the food, should've stuck to Gerber

When DTC said, got some vibes, I know they cougars

Laid up with your daddy wife, drinkin' wine coolers

Bitch couldn't believe the dick, had to pull out a ruler

Put her on her knees and dog walked her, I had to school her

Punch, punch, punch, punch, punch, I'm with worst generation

Niggas movin' like they got no goals, I need some separation

I can make a bitch do what I tell her, like a PlayStation

Once you get tagged as a snitch, there's no escapin

Drop dick in your bitch booty, now her whole gapin

Wow, I be talkin' crazy

Nothin', I hate more than a nigga who be actin' lazy

Said, fuck a job, RTL, they the ones pay me

I be ten steps ahead, dawg, you could never play me

Pull up to my trap after eight, I gotta charge a late fee

Put a baby in your baby mama just so you can hate me

Love how the bitch give heads, she's a people eater

They used to say that a nigga look like Cousin Skeeter

If I got that close to Megan Good, I would've had to eat her

Wow, tell my bitch I'm sorry, Mama Tina overseasoned the food

That's too much, Lawry's in the back room on Six Mile, I'm playin' Atari

Ah, I just took it back

Lotta niggas hate me cause I used to break they bitch back

Couple mothers hate me cause I gave they son his first sack