south park ft. Hector & Fourski Lyrics

Walk in with Balenciaga, I leave with some Truey's on

White boy and I'm strapped up, I feel like I'm Boolymon

Buy the hoe a happy meal, she expect some Louis Vuitton

Wocky got me in a chokehold, something I'm improving on

Cooking crack up in the kitchen, damn my mom intruded on us

All these rumors bitches start, something you presuming on us

Satellite man on my ass, think he snooping on us

You know Fourski made the beat, so I gotta fumble on it

Some these bitches chopped as hell, I'm still fucking to be honest

How the fuck you in a relationship, and your bitch going to college?

I'm going there to get knowledge, she going there to give knowledge

Mortal Kombat on that bitch pussy, you know that shit gon get demolished

Nowadays hard to find anything to sip, people sipping mouthwash

Bitch breath stank, cause she don't brush her teeth in the morning she only use mouthwash

I don't fuck with no Florida jits, man it's just something 'bout the south washed

Opps looking straight from South Park

Can't fuck with shawty she darker than barker

I flash guns at little kids

I ain't sipping that give me a deuce of tris

They call me unc, where my nephew at?

Auntie flaunting on the gram tryna throw it back

She thinking we good, she owe me a rack

Step back Auntie, you boutta get smacked

Boutta keep going, but this shit's a wrap

Sike, I'm blowing it back

Frank Chestnut stay throwing that ass

I feel like Bobby Shmurda back in 5th grade I was really out there slinging crack

Why is Netflix tryna recommend me Diddy?

They know I'm getting the sack

All of this Henny gon fuck up my kidneys but I do not care because I'm getting smacked

I might just go to that OC that Tyler Martin having turning that shit to a trap

Graduation day tomorrow

Fuck

I ain't decorate my cap

Dancing at the strip club finna decorate my sack

My songs got like 20 likes, how you thought I made these racks?

Go to Femboy Hooters but I do not work today

Mama make me take a shower, I'mma make her pay

I'mma pull up on my opps, I'mma make em GAY

Don't diss Funk Santana he got too much on his plate

She gon let me hit cause I got prada but it's fake

I'm gon kill him in the Altima I feel like Jake

Running for my life, cause I'm at the Diddy party

DGM, money hood gang don't forget the farty

Selling middle schoolers pills but it wasn't smarties

Game is game, punch my bitch like Playboi Carti