Fugees ft. Quin NFN

Ayy, ayy, ayy, pop me a perky, I'm booted He think He Gang cause he keep a pole, bitch

I bet he won't shoot it You niggas square like a Rubik's

Smoke an op pack to a doobie drum on a stick, call of duty out a put in yo head das a cutie

Ready or not like the fugees she drop her top show her boobies she eat the dick like a smoothie prett lul bitch karrueche spit in dat dick a Loogie put a roll on a blicc a movie boy dis cutta will flip a doolie

Ayy, uh, yeah, pop me a perky I'm booted he think he gang cuz he pole bitch I bet he won't shoot it u niggas square like a rubics smoke a opp pack to a doonie drum on a stick call of duty out a pie on yo head das a cutie yea I still ride for the six Run in your trap with a kick Run in your trap with a blick Hit, stick, just ran a play off a blitz

My life a movie, no skit Sippin' on mud ots thicker than grits Uh, shoot out to Cali I bust down a bowe, that bitch smell like a alley

Bowls of exotic, I'm smokin' on dope ain't no more Maui, wowie Who wants the smoke? If you drop the low, then we come get it cloudy

I was in school, pack in a locker, get served at a rally

I was in school, and I got top right under the bleacher

I know we fucked, but, bitch, you still gon' get taxed for this feature

Clutch in my heater, one move, I let that bitch sing like Anita I get that cheese and I dip, straight out the pot like Velveeta

I told her, eat up the drip, I might throw eight in a liter