Hey I

Produced By: London on da Track

[Hook]

I think she ready for a kiddy

She told me she gon' make me miss her

She let me wear her whole lil' ceiling

My dick like crack so yeah I'm dealing

She gotta love him, Peter Griffin

Nut on the front of her head like it had a grip

I make it count, I'm a star and she can make a wish

I'm going down with her hard till I'm addicted

[Verse 1]

Where the fuck you going girl? I miss you

I wanna bang like a pistol

I wanna bang like a crip do

I'm banging red like soo woo, ooh

Brand new rollie I'm living sporty

Flood you with gold like a trophy

She still the bomb, call her lotus

Hey, racks keep me up with that Folger's

I'm up, I'm up

I might hit 'em with them bucks just incase he out luck

This a Crime Mob lifestyle nigga knuck if you buck

Just cause I'm in New York with a puck

Don't mean you won't get stuck up, up

Ay, I might just tell these hoes my secret

First I like them red like a demon

A purse, every time lil' momma catch me cheating

Starburst, I won't eat it unless she creamy

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

I, done completed my little mission

I, put something in your stomach next to your kidney

I, want nothing to do with none of these lil bitches

I, want something to do with everything and I'm willing

To go to church and ask God there for forgiveness

For everything and tell that preacher that I'm gon' remember

Him bringing You in my life and that's on my children

Fuck all them other hoes talking, they Wendy Williams

Now your wrist got ice like December

I pour out the paint like Mutumbo

Imma fucking lion like Simba

And, yeah my girl ballin' like Kendra

[Hook]