Auntie Slayer(Cheyenne) Lyrics

Yeah, Wont drown, deep in now

Part time, rappin' on the weekend now

Put the numbers up like the defense down

J touched down, brought the green in town

The freaks in town gon' peep my style

But the smell from where they pee at, vile

Got a leak? I caused it, drippin like a faucet

Nigga, let that sink in now

Young nigga, I'ma get your auntie wet

She say, J, put the blunt down for the sex

I say, hell nah, bitch, you trippin' like the rest

Things change, bitch u fuckin with the best

Things change got a band in the tech

Sauce God, I done got banned from the rec

Rah-Rah, bro just talkin' out his neck

Love all my dawgs and I'm playin' to a check

And shout out Cheyenne

John pull a pipe out on demand

I need a novel to write all my sins

Don't sip from the bottle, spit fire off the pen

Might hit again, it really depends

Goin crazy, I might need a cleanse

But I'm in a party with Barbies and Kens

I might say, I'm sorry, then do it again

Zeke and PC all the way to the end

Hit a blinker, I'm in YodieLand

Keep it a buck, I'm the real dirty dan

Yo man on the corner, he's stuck servin' grams

When I'm feelin' sad, I cope with a bag

You niggas just hope for some ass

Why would I sing when I know I can spaz?

And no you can't see me, don't look through the glass, bitch

No, you cannot see me

Right now, it's just me and PC

Plugged in like we on the TV

Shot a man down, I feel like Ri-Ri

I might hit your mom, I might hit your Titi

J most def, get a cougar freaky

Known' in the streets fora super pee-pee

One pump in and the pee-pee leakin'

Shout out DooDoo G, he geekin

Dog shit on me, it's reekin

' Mary Poppins in my bag

It's often, I'm gon' spaz

M.O.B., these bitches ugly every option, I done passed

L.O.B., we in that field and my niggas goin' for that sack

Yeah, go for the sack

That nigga J make em, stop in' their tracks

Yeah, stop for the racks Anything else, and we pushin' it back

Yeah, a young nigga black, but I'm rockin off white, Same color as crack

No, I'm not rich, I got a lil' bag I used to be broke, left that shit in the past

Supreme for the shirt and the gas

Straight out the mud, but no dirt on my ass

My nigga slide in a surgical mask

He tied in, never heard of his ass

Skirt off, bitch, I'm Swervin' it fast

She like it when I put the hurt on her ass

Cold nigga, I put some fur on my ass

I took his cheese, hamburger his ass

Heard you talkin' shit, if you really don't like me, come murder my ass BITCH

Just got a cut, boy, you better hide ya auntie

I can whip it up, make a old bitch want me

You ever serve a bitch breakfast in bed?

It get you that shit, have you numb in your legs

Get to the money and thumb up a check

It's about time that I sum up the rest

If you finna talk say that shit with your chest

Dont wanna die with single regret

Life is too short, live that shit to the best

They'll tell you, its checkers, when really its chess

If I'm spittin', you know that it's gold

Gon' be this way till I'm 80 years old

J hit the beat feel that shit in yo soul

J all As, I'm onna roll