Rap Genius Ranch - Day 3 (SXSW Cypher) lyrics

Yeah my dogs keep
Yeah my dogs keep rollin' always with it
And you know my homies got a
Bad bitch or two with me
Sittin' in the motherfucking passenger seat
Plus she got a fucking seatbelt on
She tryna be safe up in the whip
I tell her let me cum and rub her clit
She said she want me suckin' her tit's
I told her come and lick this dick
Play me, what you tryin' to do
Yeah, you know I'm with that crew
Savemoney, Pro Era, yeah you know
This how we do
And I always stack my paper up
Bitches said they want a cup
Of that gin and juice
You know I'm just tryin' to
Do whatever you do
Every time I'm chillin' with
The newest niggas flew
And you know I spit that sick
Shit like I got the flu-u

And I keep it true, true
Can I keep it true, true
Chillin' with a bad bitch
Hopin' that she feelin' villain
All up in my crib
And I'm rollin', now she chillin', chillin'
? and then I know that she wit' it, wit' it
She said send me, gimme
Gimme dick and you can get it
And she 'bout to give it, give it
Yeah, she fuckin' love it, love it
I don't really give a fuck
Fuckin' hoes in public, public
Now I change the subject
Now I change the subject
? until I kick the bucket

And I'mma get gab
So you know that I be thuggin'
I'll be cuttin' in the line
But, you know I'm budget
I'll be gettin' cash and you
Know that I be thuggin'
Rappin' with my cousin
Niggas know they love it

Bitches give me temptation
Call me David Ruffin
Niggas this talkin' clothes
My shit's ain't even gotta ruffle
Niggas got a chip on they
Shoulder get it ruffled
Got a Louis bag, and a wallet and a duffel
Niggas talking crazy I be talking hella wavy
Got these bitches on me man these
Bitches bitches probably pay me
Niggas call me Purp bitches call me Purp

I wrote this shit two minutes from now
And the benefit's now
You know what I'm saying?
I'm handling business now
This shit rhymes in my head
I be ripping off the dimes with a thread
And a needle while I sew it up
I'm so cold, enough to get frozen up
In a bowl of soup that's a bowl enough
You ever had Ebola virus? I like Miley Cyrus
And black bitches that talk like
They white white kids
I don't even like white kids
I just let 'em shoot video though
And all the time I be silly with hoes
And you know I be switching up the?
Silly with bros from my high school
Been doing shit you know how I do
Had to do it the same, don't like you
In the back of a muthafucking barbecue
That shit crazy though
That shit crazy though
We been rapping and shit since
We was babies though
And my voice gettin kinda crazy though
So I'mma pass it off to that nigga Tokyo

You never did it before
Shawty throw it at me and
She got that cinnamon roll
You on some new shit, illiterate though
These niggas is illegitimate though
I could be your father
You could be a bastard
Baby, you the one I'm coming after
Rap faster, really quick, get a laughter
Nigga this ain't written
Know that I be gassin'
Gassin' like petrol' and Exelon
I'm upper like echelon
Proper to downer, when I'm up in an hour
I've been smoking too much green
Thick for an hour
Pass out when I pass out, cash out
Like I'm cashing out, I'm passing out
I've been bad and now abandon out
Let me get a band it out for Brandon now?
And niggas be talking until
The bands come out
But then "BLAM"s come out and "BAM"s come out
And they be sleeping
Laying in the grave when they tweaking
Talking off they neck
You know that they be creeping

Bitches try to come and get my fucking dough
I've always been a pro i got so many hoes
I got them on my line man
And they always call my phone
I'm like baby girl I'm at
The telly I ain't home
So don't try to call my
Mom like "Where's Cy at?"
I always got to come through
With the newest fly hat my hair real braided
Your bitch says she want to
Come and get real faded
So we drinking on the thick shit

Faded, Back in high school they
Tried to flame me from the fifth graded
But, I stay graded cause I'm
Smoking on the home grown
Remember when bitches used to be
Blowing up my home phone
That was back in the day
My moms would answer
But these days, got on the raps
I'm sicker than cancer
I'm the answer like Iverson
When I'm coming through?
I'm the livest one like
I live strong but they lying son like

I'm the problem like McGrady
If it wasn't for my? this
Shit would've been gravy
That was metaphorical, keep it mesophysical
I lost my voice up in your bitch
I'm Malcolm in the Middle fool
Niggas couldn't see with me
I'm never seeing syllables
Niggas got residuals but thats
Just off of principle
In general, niggas know uh

Cocaine, I could make it snow rain
I could take the dope game
8 minutes? Whole thing
Yup I flipped the shit right
Yall niggas came back
Motherfuckers kick dice
Motherfuckers kick this shit
Kick it like you kick vice
Motherfuckers don't do it twice
I keep this realest off the top with?
Motherfuckers need to pass it

Good bro, Rogaine,? Pro pain
Thats good fire, propane
Niggas talking about hot freeze
I be talking 'bout low mane
I be out in Tokyo
Chilling with hoes from Tokyo
With my nigga Tokyo, this freestyle
That noise bro same money that?
There Heroine, I know it's dope
That crack rock, that's no insult?
Let that nigga know it though
No, No it don't they call me?
You smoking on the Joey Purp you
Know my nigga Joey doe
Spit that fire, spit that fire
Niggas yelling? At the same year
My niggas was hella shouting
Smoking on some shit that was
Grown in the Rocky Mounties
I be off the top nigga spouting