Karaoké Heat Stick Shoreline Mafia

I got thirty bands on me and the bitch up in a headlock

Deadstock kicks and the bitch gon' make the bed rock

Lead hot, nigga trip on me

I bet his head pop

He looked up

All he seen was a red dot

Heat stick, hot stick

Ridin' with a mop stick

Ain't goin' back and forth

If it's on we on our opps quick

Freak bitch toxic

I fucked her then I blocked it

Nigga tryna run up on us wrong we get to knockin'

You ain't choosin' then you losin'

Baby get with me

I keep money comin' in and I keep blicky

Get to knockin' on them niggas like the mailman

I failed math class but ran it up

I got hella bands

Now you see me, now you don't

Bitch I'm John Cena

But we ain't with that wrestlin'

You know we pop demons

If we ain't talkin' 'bout some money then I'm not speakin'

Don't check me, check the bitch 'cos the thot creepin'

We finna get up on they ass

Nigga not even

Boogie down up on they block

Now they block bleedin'

I told her Swallow don't you spit it

She got all semen

Her ex-nigga was a nerd

I'm a whole creature

Get a chopper, hold a broom

That's a street sweeper

He ain't really in that water

He a knee deeper

Know lil' brodie tryna crash

He a tweak-tweaker

I need twenty bands cash

Ain't no free features

As I look at my wrist

It's about that time

But if I look too long then I might go blind

I got ten bad bitches pullin' up at nine

Should we fuck at Fenix crib or should we fuck at mine

We gon' split 'em down that middle, I get five, you get five then we switch 'em in a little

I get yours, you get mine

I done told you 'bout your bag

I got yours, you got mine

Know we keep them straps

I got forty, you got nine

Ayy light-skin, dark-skin

Vanilla and chocolate

Slim thick, thick slim

I got all the options

Your number one pick ain't even in my top ten

Bitch in the valley

Got a bitch off of Slauson

Hop out, walk in

Get paid, clock in

Open their mouth while I put my cock in

I ain't turnin' down shit

I'm on nonsense

Grew up on Western

I was born on Bronson

I got thirty bands on me and the bitch up in a headlock

Deadstock kicks and the bitch gon' make the bed rock

Lead hot, nigga trip on me

I bet his head pop

He looked up

All he seen was a red dot

Heat stick, hot stick

Ridin' with a mop stick

Ain't goin' back and forth

If it's on we on our opps quick

Freak bitch toxic

I fucked her then I blocked it

Nigga tryna run up on us wrong we get to knockin'