(Verse) Actin’ bad, like one of them sour bees I wanna know kinda people to make room for that ratch We got off in that glass and grabbin’ her by the bootie I’m lookin’ like Leatona, I told her that she can sue me Folder, my knee just swole up, my gay shit hit that kabookie I’m toed up like Kawasaki, on top like she’s Suzuki Game as a claim of...Learn More