CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Rest In Clips
n***as popin like some motha f**king zits
Pull up on you with that choppa tell yo ass to rest in p*ss
Rest in clips, Rest in this, Best believe that i'm the sh*t
So you better flush the toilet, yo girl sucking d**k and I bet that she enjoyed it
I ball like Michael J. i'm talking bout Jordan or Jackson
Gun get to singing call my gun Toni Braxton
I need my money up front and take it through the back
That b*t*h getting head imma f**k her from the back end
Probably hit her best friend screaming juice your d**k is in my intestine
She grab it like a mic lil shorty say she was testing, 1, 2
Kick it like some Kung Fu, Probably shooting AK-47's out the sun roof
What I could do, what could my gun do, my gun leave you ass tied up
Just like a new shoe, n***as really think they gon' get it but they not tho
You want beef I got shells lets make nachos
You want beef I got shells lets make tacos
Speaking of cheese I get that, Yeah its nachos
I pull up at your front door, you screaming out of my house
Like your ass Mutombo
Hadouken, hadouken, hadouken, that's just the combo
Serve it like green I ain't talking bout cilantro
Remember when I was living with my mom in the attic
Now i'm finna buy my mom a motha f**king condo, in Toronto
b*t*h I am the bomb like osama all I know is commas
All I know is i'm smarter than Dalai Llama
Probably f**k on a b*t*h from Tacoma
Getting all this cash roll the weed smell the odor
I'm a young n***a but I got the mind of a older one
All these old ratchet b*t*hes best believe i'm over em
I'm the type to hit a b*t*h to hit her with the shoulder shrug
I got codeine in my cup everyday i'm pulling up
I sip it then i pray to god that i'm not throwing up
They know its us, They know whats up
Racist b*t*hes probably giving us shoulder rubs
Pull up on you with that choppa tell yo ass to rest in p*ss
Rest in clips, Rest in this, Best believe that i'm the sh*t
So you better flush the toilet, yo girl sucking d**k and I bet that she enjoyed it
I ball like Michael J. i'm talking bout Jordan or Jackson
Gun get to singing call my gun Toni Braxton
I need my money up front and take it through the back
That b*t*h getting head imma f**k her from the back end
Probably hit her best friend screaming juice your d**k is in my intestine
She grab it like a mic lil shorty say she was testing, 1, 2
Kick it like some Kung Fu, Probably shooting AK-47's out the sun roof
What I could do, what could my gun do, my gun leave you ass tied up
Just like a new shoe, n***as really think they gon' get it but they not tho
You want beef I got shells lets make nachos
You want beef I got shells lets make tacos
Speaking of cheese I get that, Yeah its nachos
I pull up at your front door, you screaming out of my house
Like your ass Mutombo
Hadouken, hadouken, hadouken, that's just the combo
Serve it like green I ain't talking bout cilantro
Remember when I was living with my mom in the attic
Now i'm finna buy my mom a motha f**king condo, in Toronto
b*t*h I am the bomb like osama all I know is commas
All I know is i'm smarter than Dalai Llama
Probably f**k on a b*t*h from Tacoma
Getting all this cash roll the weed smell the odor
I'm a young n***a but I got the mind of a older one
All these old ratchet b*t*hes best believe i'm over em
I'm the type to hit a b*t*h to hit her with the shoulder shrug
I got codeine in my cup everyday i'm pulling up
I sip it then i pray to god that i'm not throwing up
They know its us, They know whats up
Racist b*t*hes probably giving us shoulder rubs
