Scene - Kid Trunks, Kin$oul, flyboy tarantino

Bloop, Bloop

That’s the sound of that sauce zippin' in your bitch pussy

D. Rein

Betty Crocker whip my wrist, I whip my wrist until it break

If I, see a pussy talking bread, I’m like Usain

Bitch you runnin' 'cross the map, ain’t no fucking place is safe

Boy you goofy and I’m 'bout to fuck your momma in her face

Betty Crocker whip my wrist, I whip my wrist until it break (uh)

Betty Crocker whip my wrist, I whip my wrist until it break (uh)

Until it break (uh)

Until it break (uh)

Betty Crocker whip my wrist, I whip the whip into the shake

Push to start, hit the gas, in yo' face

Shake that ass, shake that ass, make it quake

Can’t escape, from this fate, it’s way too late (yeah)

Get them bands, I’m so in love with the profit

Two foreign hoes, from the tropics, rolling tropic

Saliva swappin', got me feelin' hella' nauseous

When I’m off the perky, feeling like nothing can hurt me

Betty Crocker whip my wrist, I whip my wrist until it break

If I, see a pussy talking bread, I’m like Usain

Bitch you runnin' 'cross the map, ain’t no fucking place is safe

Boy you goofy and I’m 'bout to fuck your momma in her face

Betty Crocker whip my wrist, I whip my wrist until it break (uh)

Betty Crocker whip my wrist, I whip my wrist until it break (uh)

Until it break (uh)

Until it break (uh)

I can’t trust a soul (oh no)

My pocket on swole

I wan’t some ice, I need that glow

She look nice, she givin' throat

Earlobe full of gold, like I sold my soul

She a thotty, me and my partner ran laps around that hoe

We ran a train, feelin' like thomas

Beat it like Ronda, beat it like Micheal Jai

Touch my pen let that bitch spray

Catchin' a case, I put that in the paint

Feelin' like Usain Bolt, fled to the cake

They told me I got a lot on my plate

They told me I got a lot on my plate

Knock it off, boy you’re soft

Please just stop it

I can’t take no loss

We takin' off just like rocket

Bitch I’m a boss

Feelin' like me, I’m with the stove

She want that water like Voss

My dick gon' fit in like cross

Betty Crocker whip my wrist, I whip my wrist until it break

If I, see a pussy talking bread, I’m like Usain

Bitch you runnin' 'cross the map, ain’t no fucking place is safe

Boy you goofy and I’m 'bout to fuck your momma in her face

Betty Crocker whip my wrist, I whip my wrist until it break (uh)

Betty Crocker whip my wrist, I whip my wrist until it break (uh)

Until it break (uh)

Until it break (uh)

See the comma, don’t be frontin' with words

I got four bitches and your hoe is the third

She gon', fly fuck my friends just call her a bird

That’s the word for you ass cause your vision is blurred (Okay!)

Stone cold, switch blade

In your mothafuckin' rib cage, Johnny Cage

You don’t get your fuckin' rent paid, It’s a shame and

You ain’t fuckin' on a damn thing

You a lame, lil' bitch (Okay!)

Stone cold, switch blade

In your mothafuckin' rib cage, Johnny Cage

You don’t get your fuckin' rent paid, It’s a shame and

You ain’t fuckin' on a damn thing (no you’re not)

You a lame, lil' bitch

Betty Crocker whip my wrist, I whip my wrist until it break

If I, see a pussy talking bread, I’m like Usain

Bitch you runnin' 'cross the map, ain’t no fucking place is safe

Boy you goofy and I’m 'bout to fuck your momma in her face

Betty Crocker whip my wrist, I whip my wrist until it break (uh)

Betty Crocker whip my wrist, I whip my wrist until it break (uh)

Until it break (uh)

Until it break (okay)