Текст песни 40 Yard Da$h - $tuss Fresh

Don't Hit my phone askin where yo hoe at
She just my crib, guts to tagged tagged
Run my sack up quick den blow dat
Bitch I'm running shit like 4 flat
Now I'm done come get yo bih back
Limping cuz I cracked her back
Kit Kat
Yes I'm a stoner but I flipped dat
She love my presence no gift wrap

Shawty I'm sorry can't wife you
Ima just come thru quick like drive thru
I forgot yo name, I must not like you
Don't do much, Lil shit excite you
I like natural shit Can't pull tracks
Don't want war, built like a full back
I'm saucy, fur sleeves wit a wool back
You screwed up, Ima need my tools back
I'm riding round in a 2 seat
Wit my lil baby no qc
She gotta fat ass she a cutie
Das why all deez niggas rebuke me
And I'm getting paper no loose leaf
BBC wit da loose sleeves
I will never lose sleep
Cuz I won't let nobody use me
You know the homie be near me
I call him AI cuz he carry
He'll make you go missing like Perry
Smoking more grass than a prairie
Adidas all pink, clefairy
Oowee what is that smell
This is that Rx straight from the doctor
Smoking dat proper
Can't you tell
Your girl keep tryna contact me
Don't send no subs nigga @ me
Entendres and words I contort
Nowadays all these niggas is dorks
Over saturated fucked up the sport
It's not bout da culture, money matters more
More solid dan gold and y'all feathers
The king of dis shit, y'all Lil niggas jesters
I talk hella shit cuz I feel that I'm better
You want it? Wassup? Any place any weather
All of y'all niggas is softer than leather
Hol up, you fake so that means that it's pleather
I am on top like propellers
I see why y'all all tryna hate in fella
Because I come thru drippin in that margiela
And I keep the stick! Like I'm donatello

Don't Hit my phone askin where yo hoe at
She just my crib, guts to tagged tagged
Run my sack up quick den blow dat
Bitch I'm running shit like 4 flat
Now I'm done come get yo bih back
Limping cuz I cracked her back
Kit Kat
Yes I'm a stoner but I flipped dat
She love my presence no gift wrap