Da'Berries ft. RoninVII & Da'Bros Lyrics

Yeah

I ain't really tryna rap no more, this shit is weak

You Memphis bleak sidekick and niggas ain't no shit to me

Thighs, titties, chip and lead, Chris Tucker's sick of weed

Bitch don't touch the radio, the ratio is just for me

Yellow bitch, she hella Jubilee

If you believe the pussy tighter cause she Asain you a racist

But you cool with me

I got family in the D, they don't fuck with skuba steve

The niggas went to school and shit

They act like they too cool for me

I be moving keys on the Casio, making beats

I be making cameos in the head, all she think is me

She got dingleberries in the crack, I'm bout to blow em out

She got dimples on the back, I'm back and bout to blow it out

My toga roll over the shoulder, told em pull them yogas down

She hovering over the boner, put the ovals in your mouth

Mumbly, mumbling bitch, you got a motor in your mouth

But I be crumbling, breaking down, got me breaking out

I got a surplus of bullshit to merch up

Yeah, I got the pool, I'm the first in the first up

Your baby mom's in the mood when my verse up

I don't wanna do it, jump into it on the verge up

She wanna drop it for a pimp

And she know I got a shorty, still thirsty for the dick

Take it back to 2010, got some swishers in the 40

Got the weed out of a van, but the liquor came imported

Getting jacked like Jack, uppercut you out the van

Thought the bank got jacked, I was spending on demand

Had the 40 on the bands, had to relay to the guap dog

Put the money down, pick the money up, you know where's the drop dog

Swallow the cat until I'm locked jaw'd

Molly pussy, international champ, you gotta push me

Came with some drink and some dang drops and came like it's Candyland

Came out the dark cloak, banging like I'm Candyman

Came out the dark cloak, banging like I'm Bruce Wayne

Swing flame, spark the blunt and then I eat like Bruce Bruce

Short said, let me hit it, let me drop the bridges

Let me hit the dawg, back it up while pressing on the frigid

The sauvignon from New Zealand, can't you taste the tannins

If I feel like wheeling, then I'm dealing, I can't wait for planning

If you get impressed, you start to panic

I get stressed and start to manage

We ain't built the site, you fucking up, you fucking damaged

We ain't built the same, you fucking up, you fucking damaged