Throw Sum

My lil shawty say that she wanna come throw sum,
Grabbing on her hair cause i really wanna pull sum,
Backshots vibrating, got the bitch going crazy ain’t my fault that she couldn’t just do nothing,
Hitting my line cause she wanna come chill,
Hitting her spine cause the sex gives her a thrill,
Drowning in the WAP, she wetter than a mop ong i think this bitch got gills,
I s-t-g this rap shit easy,
Ain’t never been a snake, ain’t never been sleazy,
Singing to a chick while she hitting them splits with the high notes - might as well call me breezy,
Queasy,
I think she finna pass out,
Just tapped her in, but she bout to tap out,
I met her in ingles, now she got shingles why the hell you mad, what the hell that about,

ABCs & the 123s mf should know that you shouldn’t test me,
Murdering beats but they won’t arrest me, you’re harder than me? that was funny,
Please,

She shaking, making, instigating,
Ass waving so im gonna be taking,
That bra off & them draws off, don’t worry bout your man - i think he was flaking,
Running to the left, he was gonna get curved,
Eye in the sky cause the bird is the word,
Said that a mf was finna come take my girl? oh yeah little boy you surely heard,
Wrong,
Listening to heresay when I’m clearly addressing the topic in song,
Built up pressure might need me a bong,
Built up anger, bitch drop them thongs,

I can play the side piece, no need to get along,
Ain’t nothing but a thing, the wait ain’t long,
Drilling from the front, then we have some lunch might as well call my ass Donkey Kong,

Fee-fi-fo-fum,
In the girl guts better give her some tums,
Hope her ass ain’t getting the runs,
Handle my business then i hit & run,

Gone,
Did what i did, didn’t throw a fit,
Hit what i hit till she called it quits,
Why the hell don’t he like me? oh yeah i took his bitch that must be it,
Walked in that shit with all this drip,
Constant rounds made her slit her wrist,
You wanna know all the details, wasn’t nothing but some sex, so that’s really the gist,

Time Warner, i need some cable,
Don’t need relations, fuck the labels,
Kissing on the neck & rubbing her thighs but I’m really tryna put my hands below her navel,
Eatin’ cat finna grow some whiskers,
Satisfactory reviews you left you mister,
Burned him with blisters,
Bet he thinking “man i shouldn’t have kissed her,”

Tit for tat, proud to be black,
The black Barbies fine, where the hell they at,
When my shit turn on, they get turned on no cap i think she wanna hear that,

Throw sum throw sum throw sum,
Lemme see that ass bounce down to the floor sum,
Lemme see them shorts give you camel toe sum,
You’re leaving a trail so lemme follow these breadcrumbs,

Peter piper picked a pack of pickled peppers,
Watch the sauce, cause ima neck-stepper,
I’m not a cliché but it’s a recurring theme to hit & run but when push comes to shove, i left her,
Spotted & dangerous must be a leopard,
She looking right in that skin tight leather,
She pulling down on my dreads when i give her this work, got a mf thinking “i must be a lever,”
Leveling up, got a new sound,
Got a new hobby, lost me some pounds,
Ain’t my fault your girl get around,
If roles reversed you wouldn’t back down,

Skip to my Lou, tying her like tennis shoes,
Drinking some water, I’m not talking bout juice,
Got ‘em pissed bout the girl that i walked in with, “yeah everybody, peep my new new,”
Got ‘em pressed, faces blue,
Got ‘em stressed, what about you?
If she drops her clothes then gives me a look what the hell you expect a mf to do?

Just twerk sum down to damn ground,
Bring it all back round, lemme hear that sound,
I got my brain after i put on my clothes, i graduated with her cap & gown,

Yeah