Lyrics No Adlibs - Kdot 600

Damn Joker, you cooked this hot shit (come on)
Damn, damn, damn, damn

Niggas know we ET can't catch anything, we bottle down
I'm on feet, I'm with Black, he like hot, a chopper sound
GT3 in my pants
Pussy came with 30 rounds, over east, post it up, it's just me
It's a real fucking dog, not a ghost, it's a gym, you know
Fuck right or wrong, rocking out, where you at, let me get a fully P
He pull up, time to make the AP fully

I'm gon' feed Tim and roll with a G-lock in my hoodie
Well, I get blue down, I ain't got time to playin' 'round
I ain't coming to your party, want me there and you gotta book me
I'm coming to your party, want me there and I did bad

They hit the lights and I gotta go
I can't control this bitch, too fast, we see them, you know, it's a go
They hit the bank and they see the flag
There go to get the linen outside, then we fleeing the scene
That's our birthday guess