ON MY di*k lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, Are you in the Mafia?
Gon' do you sh*t like this, n*gga
What up, Rell? (pus*y)
Am I in the what?
Whatever you wanna call it, organized crime
These n*ggas hoes, you know this already
Ayy (I ain't gotta say that)
Real Gutter sh*t
I'm in the waste management business, everybody immediately assumes you're mobbed up
Real Gutter sh*t, b*tch
It's a stereotype, and it's offensive
And you're the last person ever wants to perpetuate it
Let's get it

[Verse]
You the last one that I want to perpetuate it
This ten milli' knock his cap off his head like he graduated (Dlrrt)
I can't f*ck with too many of these hoes, they be animated
Drop a four in somethin' exotic, now I'm activated
I can see in you n*ggas' eyes that you mad I made it (I can see it)
I can see right in n*ggas' face that they want the worst (Hahahah)
Drop a couple fire swimsuits 'cause we gon' to Turks (We out of here)
Should've wore a motherf*ckin' suit 'cause I'm goin' to church
I be up early in the morning like I'm goin' to work (Like I'm goin' to work)
I got a chopper and a Bible, I ain't goin' to church
My b*tch the sh*t real bad, so I put her in some pointers
f*ck what's goin' on on the block, I see death around the corner
I ain't no killer like that unless you back me in a corner
This work here came from the border, my lil' b*tch, she came from Florida
n*ggas say I'm like Klay Thompson, I'll shoot you from the corner
f*ck my old ho, she borin', shoutout to my team, we scorin'
I don't care how cute you is, you gotta leave before the morning
I'll stop everything I'm doin' if it's a play for some oranges
I'm goin' state to state, feel like I'm on tour
I'm with some n*ggas that got they own, but they takin' yours (Get that sh*t)
My lil' ho got a deep throat and she wear Dior (Got a deep throat)
I'm a million-dollar n*gga, I was just poor
Walk a n*gga down in a mask, b*tch, this Halloween
b*tch, you ain't slow, you can read, it say, "A. McQueen" (You can read)
Y'all lil' hoes be suckin' di*k, you can't taste my lean
I don't listen to none of you n*ggas' raps 'cause they make-believe (They be lyin')
Knocked the meat out his sub, he ordered steak and cheese (Bah, bah)
f*ck a b*tch with all this water on, she need a submarine
That lil' b*tch pus*y get hit like a tamborine
You know what you came for (Ayy), let me see them ass and titties (Ayy, ayy)
Me and Trav just came back from pickin' up a whole brick (A whole one)
Revive, hell the f*ck naw, I don't shop with strippers (Hell naw)
Every n*gga you see me with chewin' like a pack of Rigley's
Sip so much lean, I need to preorder another kidney
Such and such stole the chopper for me, bought another blick
I thought you was my mans, though it's clear you wasn't f*ckin' with me (It's clear)
I don't even laugh with these n*ggas when they jokin' with me (Nope)
In the car with the wild card, yeah, the joker with me
Feel like Adam22 (22), 'cause I'm on some sh*t (Yeah)
I was down bad, now I'm up, now they on my di*k (They on my di*k)
They wasn't f*ckin' with me from the start, it's all makin' sense (I get it now)
I can't even let these n*ggas know what kind of car I'm in
I can't let these n*ggas know my next move (Next move)
Sit behind tint low-key in the Benz coupe
That ass so fat and the next smooth (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I'm gettin' some top from this lil' b*tch in a Benz coupe (In a Benz coupe)