[P-Dro]
I get that pussy wetter than
Wetter than, wetter than its ever been
Weather man, get your damn umbrella man
Rain shells, and look out for the hurri-can
Blaze els, and watch out for the airplanes
Ring bells but don't listen for the jingle
Got married bitches tryna fuck like they single
Text message read boy can't wait to meet you
And greet you and see what that meat do
No doubt I could make that pussy tingle
Yeah, but don't hype this up
Cuz a n***a might be struck by lightning
If I ever think about makin her wifey
That'll be, level 10 blasphemy
You bother me and I'll wring you by ya collar B
I know you see a n***a but my heart is hidden
This is Fayettenam where atheists find religion
When I cop the coupe I'll be flier than a pigeon
Mothers cryin when they're sons come up missin
Aw, but n***as thinkin that they raw
It's levels to this shit and yall stuck on number 4
And how you actin tough when I'm knockin at your door
With that 4-4 pointed right at ya fuckin whore
I wet em
Her legs, fuckin spread em
Dive in a bitch cuz I get that pussy wetter
Never press her, but tip her like a stripper
Yeah all my n***as rippers
Run shit like I'm Hitler
Don't talk shit and run cuz them bullets runnin witcha
Uh huh, and this is the anthem
Throw a couple bands make her prance like I dancer
She askin questions and my dick is the answer
I leave the crib and come back to how I left her
No stress bruh
N***a get your racks up
It's all a game first till them feds bustin at ya (at ya)
[Hook]
Hoes is hoes and bitches choose
Its all a game bruh winners win and losers lose
Hoes is hoes and bitches choose
Its all a game bruh winners win and losers lose
Hoes is hoes and bitches choose
Its all a game bruh winners win and losers lose

[D. Rob]
Live from the frozen beatbox in my chest
If I wanted to be icey I'd just wear it round my neck
Let it blind haters as I shine and do my thang
Blang, watch it hang off my chain of events
And build my alliance
Cuz lil n***as dying
Knock ya wrinkles out on the block, holdin' the iron
Shit we from the ghetto, survival of the fittest
Boy the shootin' don't get old
I'm Malcolm in the middle
Though I ain't a killer talk shit, and I will throw
The hands with ya, handle n***as then I get low
When I step outside Mama lookin from the window
Hopin' that her boy get home it makes her sick yo
Thoughts on my pillow, it's life you can handle it
Live by the gun and you gone die laying next to it
I live by the money hope I get the same benefits
Mother Maria, all I want is a settlement
Like Homer Smith when he built the chapel
Hope I see the value in your words as they pass through
From your lips to my mind and vice versa
Even though my words cut deep, like I'm a surgeon
Have a seat at my table, get a full plate
Of this, food for thought, I could feed y'all for days
Through road blocks I blaze, you can't stop the drive
Everyday I put work in a thousand ways to grind
So by the time my dreams and reality collide
I'll toast with the Jefferson's, eatin' pieces of the pie
Adios to the days of us barely gettin' by
Blowin' stacks, no we can't take it with us when we die
Chase hoes or chase goals is the way that I see it
I chase goals cuz the hoes only run when I beat it
Case closed, and I only show love when I need it
Change close then I'm ghost, hit the door when she sleepin
I was raised better, but these bitches come and go
It's one for this stop and two more up the road
She asked me what my name is I told her I'm Focused
She asked me where I live and I told her in the moment
[Hook]
Hoes is hoes and bitches choose
It's all a game bruh winners win and losers lose
Hoes is hoes and bitches choose
It's all a game bruh winners win and losers lose
Hoes is hoes and bitches choose
It's all a game bruh winners win and losers lose
Hoes is hoes and bitches choose
It's all a game bruh...