Drought 3, yizzow!
(verse 1)
I bought it out like stunna, I hope when we kiss we make ya sick to ya stomach,
Stuntin like my daddy and ya mama eat rubbers,
I bet that I can do the mouth to mouth with ya women, my house is a dungeon
Yellow diamond ring lookin like a little funyon,
stand on my toes you can call me paul bunyon,
Switchin up my floors like a nigga do construction,
The microphone wet cause my words like seduction,
And when we on the jet you dont come up in a discussion
and if ya say you ballin, we probably dont trust ya.
I not know plently freak hoes that probably wont fuck ya
even if ya pay em boy they probably wont fuck ya
only if i say that she can touch you like busta
but she might touch ya, and burn you like usher.
me and my clique bein red like russia
I shit these rappers out and sometimes i forget to flush ya
grand daddy purp or bubble could crush ya
explode in a bitch mouth like a gusher.
cash money young money check the production
i am just a marshant get prepared for abduction
(verse 2)
I walk it out like crutches,
Two girls drop me like double dutches,
my nigga t streets know a girl named dutchess
and everytime he see her in the street she be cussin
i told him he should wave the black black cause she buckin
he said the pussy good he said ya dig so i dunk em
im lookin for a real bad bitch wit a husband
i give her much dick and a whole lot of nottin
i spit it like a stumble on a gold pot or somethin
and when i was 6 i saw my role model hustlin so i gotta hustle
these rappers talkin bout a whole lot of nothin
you drop me on saturday i sold out on sunday
fuck is the arguin bout, nigga the carter out
this is what i call da drought..3, and we dont walk it out, we drop top porsche it out, they better walk em out, before we chalk em out
we chalk it out we chalk it out we chalk it out we chalk it out we chalk it out we chalk it out we chalk it out we chalk em out.
they dont want me uh uh, no they dont want it uh uh, you see they phone (?) it, im not, oh yeah they phone it im not.
i walk it out, i bring new orleans out i am a sing span oh yeah we marchin out, like were a saints band, i play the organs now.
and if they talkin most likely im what they talkin bout!
my nigga seen from that east row of that forest now
and im just tryna get my penis im like toly brown
ok that engine make a holy sound take 20s that walk around
?country from that homeless town is gay but this is carter now..BITCH!?