Dookie Season

(Damn, Machu, why'd you have to do 'em like that?)

We sit around sparking 'Woods up but this is not a camp

Rich got the peach Crush, turned it to a lava lamp

Bust the SBA for fifty-five then do my Sada dance

Lil' bougie bitch with the grip, pussy got some clamps

Dawg walked up a lil' too fast, I just shot a fan

Underwater fucking on yo' bitch, I'm the Aquaman

I been getting money since niggas was selling five for ten

In the bay going hyphy, watch a nigga ghost ride the Benz

I'ma jam the chip and slide, never fucked with pots and pans

Stepping on shit with two straps, I'm the Prada Man

Dunking' with the chop, knock yo' wig off like Juwanna Mann

In a blacked-out Suburban, looking like Obama mans

Put the strap down and get knocked out, I got a lot of hands

When I was broke, I was lonely, now I'm up, I got a lot of friends

Told Tron to meet me at the booth, it's time to politic

Me and bro gon' fuck around and make some of the hottest shit

I swear to God, no cap

Sliding through the city with a .30 like Ordóñez

Out of town, cheating on my bitch, told her my phone dead

She see I'm balling like the NBA, she gave me pro head

Bust a nut, bitch kept going, told her to go 'head

Give me 'bout fifteen more minutes, I want some more head

Sick of Sprite so I dropped a sixth of Wock' in a Code Red

Nigga, I'll kill my sister, uncle, cousin for some old red

If I don't come the 'Miris or the Purples, I'ma Ksubi jean it

Would've hit yo bitch but she a rat, she need some coochie cleaning

Lil' bougie bitch gon' throw a fit unless the sushi seasoned

SB and RMC, we shitting, this the dookie season

Girly stay solid to my nigga but the coochie cheating

Told a Wock' pint, "I love you", and I truly mean it

Fat nigga, I can't wear Balmain, I'ma Gucci jean it

Me, BabyTron, and StanWill, we the Doonie Beaters

I see them sideburns growing in, you a coochie eater

You gave her four Percs just to fuck, you a coochie creeper

Back to them sideburns you got, you a booty eater

Could've punched the LV collection but the Gucci cleaner

RMC Mike, BabyTron, we can't be stopped

Our cup is so motherfucking dark, it can't be pop

Unc' spent a thousand yesterday, he took auntie spot

I just bought a black-out, the same one [?

Got a sixth sense with the scamming, I can smell juggs

.45 pin him to the wall, this a nail gun

Four hundred dollars off of every twenty, I'm a jail plug

Bought my new bitch a big bag, the Chanel one

Thanksgiving dinner, granny talking 'bout she smell Runtz

Tron got thirty cards on him now, I think he sell punch

Teachers didn't like me, if I could, I would've failed lunch

Bitch, I'm in the Lamb', put that old-ass Chevelle up