[Lyric] Thot Patrol (Young Spenny B)

[Intro: All]
[Young Spenny B] - Attention all cars. We have a call from Rexdale
[Little Yeety] - What seems to be the problem, chief?
[Young Spenny B] - We've got some thots on the loose. I'm assembling the patrol
[Little Yeety] - Little Yeety's locked and loaded
[Paddy O] - Paddy's got the corned beef
[Young Spenny B] - Young Spenny will meet you on the scene. Over and out

[Verse: Little Yeety]
Bahama!
Down another can
Bare girls, now I can fill a family van
Stuntin' on this verse like Em on Stan
You can see me cookin' heat, got the eggs in my pan

Hold up
You already know
Got that rude flow and that bitch from T.O
Things be moving good, but things be moving slow
Never wait around
Oh No (x4)

Moses got the keys
Dick so big I be parting red seas
Pull up to the spot, you know her man leaves
She gon' come back to the crib, she gon' drop to her knees

She a good girl, that bitch always says please
I never fuck no hoes, I ain't tryna pay fees
Head game so good, mid-nut I dab
But if the sex bad, she gon' end up in the cab

Ah Ah Ah

[Chorus: Young Spenny B]
Baby we're the Thot Patrol
We're gonna lock and load
The biddies poppin' low
And we crazy when it's hazy
So let's throw down and just wrestle, we're raw
Baby we're raw (Ah Ah Ah)
Smack 'em in an instant, like she's from Kingston
R.K.O if your jaw's your job (Big B's up)
So everybody, everybody

[Verse: Paddy O]
I go blammer on a slammer thong
Girl you lookin' nice with those grey pajamas on
Peer right through the crack and the far beyond
Think the focus is giving me a fat hard on
Clean more rugs like Dyson
Shoot more dunks like LeBron
Eat the floor like Tyson
Hammer down like Shao Kahn
Haters with the hustle
I just be a shaman
Playin' for the struggle
Fifty dollar bill gone

Bring out some Barolo and the ladies!
Crack out the champagne and the Tortellini
Club gonna get down, get real saucy
Girlies gonna call me Chef Boyardee
And take me down for what I'm worth
Thotties can't have both dinner and dessert
So I call on thee M.C. Spenny B
Tell this very bad bitch how it's gonna be

[Chorus: Young Spenny B]
Baby we're the Thot Patrol
We're gonna lock and load
The biddies poppin' low
And we crazy when it's hazy
So let's throw down and just wrestle, we're raw
Baby we're raw (Yeah, yeah, whoo)
Smack 'em in an instant, like she's from Kingston (Kingston)
R.K.O if your jaw's your job (Ooh that booty be spicy)
So everybody, everybody
[Verse: Young Spenny B]
See that hoe over there? (Yeah?)
She's gonna scram when we pull up to the club in a Chevy like it's a Ford
Sirens flashing, 808s heavy, boys can't afford a pair of plugs when she squawks like a gray goose on Grey Goose

She walks like cocaine's used in a space suit
Tan juice says safe use in spray booths
Her clothes are way loose, screams abuse
And it looks like she needs to pay dues to Jesus

Click clack goes the whack tabernacle and it's back to the black when it gets poppin', coppin', drop it, cuz thots been unlocked for way too long, get dead and gone

I won't ask you again, even for a friend!
Cuz I snap when the whip gets cracked, I pimp my stacks, whip down my pad and take a page from Haziz, we're halal in the streets
Take a page from Khalifa, we're haram in the sheets
Then bin the book for being wrong, Holy Father
We'll expel this bitch like thot begone!

[Chorus: Young Spenny B]
Baby we're the Thot Patrol
We're gonna lock and load
The biddies poppin' low
And we crazy when it's hazy
So let's throw down and just wrestle, we're raw (It's fuckin' raw!)
Baby we're raw (Whoo!)
Smack 'em in an instant, like she's from Kingston
R.K.O if your jaw's your job (She got a Juicy Lucy!)
So everybody, everybody