文本歌词

You leave your heart for days and days
Yeah
Money ain't sh*t b**ches ain't neither
You know I'm on that grass
Don't cut on the sprinklers
P**sy on my mind
On my breath and on my fingers
Niggas try to bite my style
But my style a jalapeno
I got skinny a** jeans
Trucks on the pocket
Money talks ni**a
I'm caught up in that gossip
You know all my b**ches badder
And all my swishas fatter
I milk this sh*t like cattle
That's my word like Scrabble
And yo main girl is a ho
I go Wayne's World in her throat
She swallow so many nuts you f**k around
Find a squirrel in her throat
I go tape worm in that ho
Let my snake squirm in that ho
Ni**a we take turns in that ho
These niggas so green they glow
I am the best thing since wet p**sy
On my private jet with my chef cookin'
So big headed my neck crooked
My niggas foul when the ref's lookin'
My big bro is Mack Maine
So much w**d I got grass stains
These nuts that's baggage claim
I'm on them trees like Candy Canes
Lil Tunechi
Tunechi I might book me for a show
Charge my a** the low
And pick up the whole dough
That's hustlenomics
I was high in my class pictures
I like math all I did was add b**ches
Swagger galore got your girl on all fours
It's not doggystyle I call it froggystyle
You dog her out I tell her hop in
2 Chainz my first chain had a twin
Gas in my blunt watching ESPN
And if that p**sy good
I wanna see her again
Yeah I'm from College Park
And I got ya broad with me
Salt water pool
I can put a shark in it
Everything authentic
Plus I named my pistols
Last name F**k
First name I Don't Give A
Pockets look pregnant
They 'bout to deliver
So when I start pimpin'
You know the procedure
You leave your heart for days and days (all right)
All my niggas gangstas
All my b**ches freaks
I tickle her p**sy
Got that p**sy tickle pink
I'm the heart of the streets
And I just skipped a beat
And if that p**sy sweet
I want that candy trick or treat
I got diamonds in my teeth
So all my words are precious
I'm so f**kin' hot I sssssss
I'ma need some more S's
Man I'm on some other sh*t
I want another b**ch
That want another b**ch
And I don't cuddle b**ch
I hit her with that shovel ****
I got in that p**sy and dug a ditch
Some people gotta punch the clock
Man I rather punch a brick
Cause I'm that ni**a
And I'm so cold I just shivered
These niggas think they hard
These niggas just *******
I pop a ni**a like a sicle
Drop a ni**a like a missile
Mo' money mo' issues
I'll size you up and fit you
Tunechi
You leave your heart for days and days