Intoxicated / XXX ft. RockoDaBandman Lyrics

That lil' bitch bougie, that bitch, she a diva

E-A-T, that lil' bitch a eater

Got two G's when I walk in my sneakers

Y'all can't see me I feel like John Cena

Green like salad, I'm countin' this Caesar

These niggas hate me, I don't know the reason

My nigga keep that heat like a demon

Got a bad ass bitch, she drank my semen

White on my cup my drink purple like Frieza

Uhhh, goin' over the meter

I got the racks, but boy, I need a Visa

Send you to the surgeon, nigga, for procedure

Twelve rounds in the clip, tote a ruler like teacher

Give you wings like you blessed, I send you to the preacher

If you step on my kicks, put yo' brain on my sneaker

Hit you with the Galick Gun like I'm Vegeta

These niggas fake, these niggas snake, these niggas slitherin', hell yeah

Got two bitches, givin' me head, while they scissorin', hell yeah

I got this thot, and she wet, this bitch so slippery, hell yeah

She love Nanii, wet like Dasani, I put my dick in her, hell yeah

Big ol' titties, big ol' booty, I got a thick bitch

Big ol' mouth, long ass tongue, she tryna lick dick

My bitches bisexual

My dick is so edible, oh yeah

Fuckin' these thots

It look like we wrestlin', oh yeah

She givin' we top, yeah

I flex like the rock, yeah

I count up a lot, yeah

I'm never gon' stop, yeah

I know she a little hoe

She wanna bring me the dough

I'm finna kick down the door

Everybody on the floor

Diamonds, they cleaner than soap

Diamonds, they cleaner than soap

Soul in the wind, let it blow

Where did he go, I don't know

Gas in my lungs, they got smoke

Turn that nigga to a ghost

I got this Glock, make you get ghost

Countin' all these knots, I got this toast

Bro got the Wock' from the pharmacy store

And I smoke a lot, you could smell in my clothes

And I got a pump and I shoot like D-Rose

All these pussy niggas be fake like shows

At a red light, my niggas just go

Got a grrr, bow, my niggas tote poles

RockoDaBandman and NaniiBoii, we is the hell boys, send you to hell, boy, that's what I Said, boy

We got that lead, boy, aim at your head, boy, fill you with lead, boy, now you a dead boy

Brudda in Texas, that nigga be sippin on Wock' or the Tris

My nigga got heat and that nigga want smoke and he don't give a fuck who it is

Don't give a fuck, could be anybody

I heard that, that nigga was speakin' on me

You could get killed, just for speakin' homie

These niggas be fakin', and yeah, they phony

And bitch, I got metal my arm, so I feel like I'm Tony

Montana, that bitch look like Hannah, the white in her nose, man that shit, it snowy snowy, yeah

So I came in with my heater

That bitch, she singin' just like Justin Beiber

You know that bitch be a eater

Shoot like I'm Agent Arenas

Wait, huh, that nigga kiss her- fuck

You cannot see me like Cena

I turn the streets to arena

She spin on the dick, 360, just like ballerina

I know that bitch is a cheater

She do what I say just like follow the leader