Miercoles Lyrics

I know a bitch bad as hell, but ain't got a diploma

I know a old bitch get freaky just buy a Corona

Aye put that weed out it's trash I smell the aroma

You smell the shit I'm smokin' on from Flint to Tacoma

And last night I was in a coma

Hit her with the lean dick still got to bone her

And you be on some weird shit, you watch from the corner

I was getting active hands on, you watched from the corner

Rock hard with my brothers, I feel like a Jonas

You only hard with your brothers, you got Lil' Cojones

Fuck a monkey in the middle, where the nigga that grow this

Wrap em up like tacos, they comin Mirecoles

Nigga, that's a Wednesday

Come here, let me whisper in your ear like I'm Yin Yang

I know he ain't shit, he a dog, what her friends say

She like her more than me, low key, I think her friends gay

But anyway, I think her friends straight

Met them both on some bullshit, out at Penn State

Clerk think I'm lyin' cause I can't get the PIN straight

Bitch locked my phone cause she couldn't get the PIN straight

Now I command you niggas to get some cake up Early in the morning, I'm juggin' up on the wake up Country boy from Georgia was showing him out of state love

Just stay down and stay consistent and you can stay plugged

Try some bullshit and get a face shove

Mama pickin' suits out and now you got a space dug

Lay a nigga down like a comforter or space rug

Lay a nigga down like a comforter or space rug

Now I command you niggas to get some cake up Early in the morning, I'm juggin' up on the wake up Country boy from Georgia was showing him of state love

Just stay down and consistent and you can stay plugged

Try some bullshit and get a face shove

Mama pickin' suits out now you got a space dug

Lay a nigga down like a comforter or space rug

Lay a nigga down like a comforter or space rug

I'ma keep this shit simple But be careful who you send for

Don't get hit up with these missiles

Married to the money, you get friend zoned

Pretty little bitch, she got dimples

Aye she gon' blow me like Nintendo

I would never ever trust no bimbo

I just hit it, then it's over, copy 10-4

Fall off, bounce back like it's on repeat, nigga

Seven days, a change your whole life, just can't be weak, nigga

Got a little slider, really just a little beef, nigga

Keep it off the internet and keep it in the street, nigga

I don't even know no industry niggas

All I really know is in the street niggas

Ballin' on these niggas like a flea flicker

Let me see, nigga, you know I'm picky with my tree, nigga