Spank Somethin' Songtext

Gettin' high, smoke in the Duncan
Hoover crib look like a pumpkin
Louis belt gon' spank somethin'

Put my foot in the rear end of a cow, now I'm steppin' in hide
Who got two thumbs, get money, and fuck hoes? This guy
Extended clip inside this stick, lookin' like I ordered curly fries
Ho, I'm Cucuy, you play with me and everybody in this bitch dyin'
I'm with my dogs, chupacabra
Play with a stick like a piñata
Put his face right on a shotgun
He already dead, so fuck the doctor
Chopper got titties like a bopper
This lil' fella 'bout to rock her
Twenty-six blue tips in the stick, shout out to all my fuckin' partners
I said I'm draped up, dripped out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Three in the mornin', get it poppin' in the parkin' lot
The realest in the buildin', they be sayin' I ain't hard to spot
Gettin' these riches and fuckin' these bitches
I'm comin', lil' baby, you ready or not?
I got the trap jumpin', bass bumpin'
If you knuckin', bitch, I'm buckin'
Put a bitch ass in the oven
Cook 'em up just like some muffins
Pack comin', bank runnin'
Gettin' high, smoke in the Duncan
Hoovey crib look like a pumpkin
Louis belt gon' spank somethin'

Louis belt, what I take
Belt her ass like Pootie Tang
Made my name off dope slangin'
Real dope boy, baby, no fabricatin'
Still drop off shit when I'm constipated
Too many 'bows in here, we saturatin'
All this money got her fascinated
She on go for sure, no contemplatin'
Cup full of purple, they thought I was grape
Got 'bows and Frosties, I'm feelin' great
They talkin' 'bout a recession, I can't even relate
Half a box or more, I move every day
Put a bitch on a flight, we ain't goin' on date
In the jungle, someone shootin' dice with the apes
Just pull up, I got okay for the eight
Knew somethin' was fishy, you went for the bait
Good candy, I just walk up to a plate
Trapped in the trap, I can't stay away
I ain't triple A Depp, they freak out the bait
Can't stay out the hood, that where I feel safe
In the wood with the wolves, you look like steak
Gotta stay on your toes, a lot at stake
Miss Debbie, I got the boxes of cake
What's a thousand 'bows? Move a hundred a day

I got the trap jumpin', bass bumpin'
If you knuckin', bitch, I'm buckin'
Put a bitch ass in the oven
Cook 'em up just like some muffins
Pack comin', bank runnin'
Gettin' high, smoke in the Duncan
Hoovey crib look like a pumpkin
Louis belt gon' spank somethin'

I got the trap jumpin', bass bumpin'
If you knuckin', bitch, I'm buckin'
Put a bitch ass in the oven
Cook 'em up just like some muffins
Pack comin', bank runnin'
Gettin' high, smoke in the Duncan
Hoovey crib look like a pumpkin
Louis belt gon' spank somethin'