[Intro: Pouya]
When you smell that cheese comin', baby
That ain't no fuckin switch
B-B-Big Los on the track, boy
That's Fat fuckin' Nick
Haha, ahaha, from the Buffet Boys, bitch
Tha Heart Attack, baby
Yuh

[Chorus: Pouya]
Fuck yo' bitches then drop 'em off (Yuh)
Talkin' shit, we gon' drop 'em off (Bitch)
You need some work, we gon' drop 'em off (Yuh)
You got what I need, just drop 'em off (Yuh)
That Florida shit, we gon' drop 'em off (Yuh)
Lately, I been feeling like a boss (Like a boss, bitch)
Ain't talkin' no money then your ass get lost (Bitch)
Baby Bone, I'm takin' off (Yuh)
Fuck yo' bitches then drop 'em off (Yuh)
Talkin' shit, we gon' drop 'em off (Yuh)
You need some work, we gon' drop 'em off (Bitch)
You got what I need, just drop 'em off (Yuh)
Florida shit, we gon' drop 'em off (Yuh)
Lately, I been feeling like a boss (Bitch)
Ain't talkin' no money then your ass get lost (Yuh)
Baby Bone, I'm takin' off, bitch
[Verse 1: Germ]
I got four fat hoes in the back of my Rav4
Pull up, hop out, they all grippin' four-fours
No thug shit, my n***as got plugs, bitch
When I'm dead and gone, put some acid all up in my casket
Xanax in my Easter basket
A good Sunday, pitchin' work just like pamphlets
Sweet chin a ho, stone-cold, my n***a
Catch the rock bottom if you dont fuck with us
Sippin Nesquik with my n***a Fat Nick
Lil' Pou came through, 'bout to fuck on yo' bitch
Nasty lil' bitch, nasty lil' hoe, nose full of blow and you ain't even know it
Hotbox in my cockpit, bitches looking bald 'til my cock spit
Lift the super soaker, now that n***a off, real quick
Real shit, drinking Henny all day
Ugly ignorant boy, I do it everyday
I don't like talking but I need a payday
Okay, out my mind 'til I Helen Keller
Drag him to the river then I off him in a cellar
Fuck a nine to five, slidin' down I-95
Trunk full of work, the ho made it twerk
Black man in a black mask with the black matte
Boy, I love to mash, straight like that
Sit back, smoke my sack, watch yo' back, bitch

[Chorus: Pouya]
Fuck yo' bitches then drop 'em off (Yuh)
Talkin' shit, we gon' drop 'em off (Bitch)
You need some work, we gon' drop 'em off (Yuh)
You got what I need, just drop 'em off (Yuh)
That Florida shit, we gon' drop 'em off (Yuh)
Lately, I been feeling like a boss (Like a boss, bitch)
Ain't talkin' no money then your ass get lost (Bitch)
Baby Bone, I'm takin' off (Yuh)
Fuck yo' bitches then drop 'em off (Yuh)
Talkin' shit, we gon' drop 'em off (Yuh)
You need some work, we gon' drop 'em off (Bitch)
You got what I need, just drop 'em off (Yuh)
Florida shit, we gon' drop 'em off (Yuh)
Lately, I been feeling like a boss (Bitch)
Ain't talkin' no money then your ass get lost (Yuh)
Baby Bone, I'm takin' off, bitch
[Verse 2: Pouya]
In the front, four dudes in the back, two-thirds got a MAC
Russian roulette, press your luck with the set
Got some money on me, see how close you can get
Slip and slide style got your bitch gettin' wet
Deceive 'em and leave 'em with no one to sex
Makin' moves, playing chess on the jet
With a fly piece of pussy, keep it wet
She only like to fuck mink dark silhouette
Kill 'em with quickness, they nothing but pests
Get to stepping, you don't have my check
It's gon' be a problem, best believe I'm solving it
Money makin' mission, gotta study politics
Seats in the whip on Actavis
Got your bitch leaning up on my dick
Buffet Boys keep it realer, no flex
Drop the top, boys, they be killin' themself
Suicide thoughts going on in my head
Homicide, kill the pussy on my bed
Fuck with me, beat that shit, leave that shit red
Not one for repeatin', you heard what I said
Brother done taught me don't talk to the feds
Rope them but really, they wanted 'em dead
Fuck that stress in my life, I take one to the head, bitch

[Chorus: Pouya]
Fuck yo' bitches then drop 'em off (Yuh)
Talkin' shit, we gon' drop 'em off (Bitch)
You need some work, we gon' drop 'em off (Yuh)
You got what I need, just drop 'em off (Yuh)
That Florida shit, we gon' drop 'em off (Yuh)
Lately, I been feeling like a boss (Like a boss, bitch)
Ain't talkin' no money then your ass get lost (Bitch)
Baby Bone, I'm takin' off (Yuh)
Fuck yo' bitches then drop 'em off (Yuh)
Talkin' shit, we gon' drop 'em off (Yuh)
You need some work, we gon' drop 'em off (Bitch)
You got what I need, just drop 'em off (Yuh)
Florida shit, we gon' drop 'em off (Yuh)
Lately, I been feeling like a boss (Bitch)
Ain't talkin' no money then your ass get lost (Yuh)
Baby Bone, I'm takin' off, bitch
[Verse 3: Fat Nick]
All black splak, all brand new, too
If the pussy talk slick, get his ass on the news
On six milligrams, 'boutta light it like a fuse
Pop a couple green Xans, now I'm at 'em, real loose
Ski mask on in the all-black demin
'Boutta hit 'em for the 'Stang if he actin' like he better
I don't really give no fucks, you'll meet your buddy in the cellar
Smoking dope to the face, got me higher than a pillar
All my dope loud, bitch, I'm smoking on killer
Got goonies in the cut, undead like thriller
South FLA, got a squad full of hitters
Rip the golds out your mouth, pop them shits just for dinner
In the bando, got dogs doing number
Dopey dope smoke and a lot of them thunder
Pushing out this work, bitch, I get it by the bundle
Your thot drop neck then she back on huddle
Rolling through, bitch, I'm creepin'
Couple Xans and I'm peakin'
Opp in my lane, so you know we 'bout to sneak 'em
Skrrtin' off, bitch, I reek of dope
I got foreign hoes and foreign clothes
Heater pop on that opp block
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