P.O.V.

I'm not a plumber but I had to give you this pipe

You say I'm joking but we fucking in the dark night

You said you wanna ride now now I think you hitch hike

I beat your pussy up it's some like my punch lines

You going up and down it feel like its hydraulics

And I stay 10 toes baby like some shoe polish

And you ain't gotta worry about these bitches, ain't no use wilding

And we gone stack up the bread make sure you smiling

Your old nigga not seeing me even if he had binoculars

Green and red lights is what he gone see if keep stopping us

Whacking a mole cause why the hell he keep popping up