BK DA RULA

Girlie had the brain she gave it to me now I call that bitch my tutor

If you tryna shake shit go ahead and meet my mothafuckin' shooter

When he slide he tryna make it known so we call his ass an ooter

Man I'm out here fucking with that dog but I ain't talking bout a poodle

I know his fatass only fuck with food so we gon' turn him to a noodle

Boy we got the drums over here like how you slidin with a Ruger

Boy we got the purple and the red so how you pouring up the booger

Yeah we counting racks over here I bet he take his ass to Hooters

If he tryna get up out the box I'll hit his ass with the maneuver

Yeah the gas we smoking strong as hell I bet it smell like some manure

Yeah that shit you pour is looking green just like it came up out the sewer