gspot

When the Glock hit the G-spot, you know it's gonna bust on him

Shit is getting hot up in the stu, like it's a sauna

Why he talking shit and he's short like I won't dunk on him

Call my shooter Mario, he pull up and he jump on him

Spin yo block with macs no kraft, I play with balls, no base or bat

There ain't no way you pulled up to the function with no Applejacks

Why he acting like he a pussy, I don't play with that

I don't know why he talking all that shit, I'ma break his back

He was tryna scrap but he a mole, he got fucking whacked

Only catch me sucking on some toes, ain't no tic-tac