J33zy My Cousin Lyrics

Going hard on my liver

Feel sorry for my bladder

I stop when I die bitch it don't even matter

What you doing E shit climbing up the ladder

And staying out the way trying not to get splatted

Dats why I'm on a swivel

Ride with the pistol

If you even think about it hit you in the temple

I up the stick put the barrel on a nigga pimple

Your baby mama sucking on a nigga like her rent due

And my inspiration was Thug Motivation

Kitchen full of stoves

Trying to fit one in the basement

I been more than patient

Tired of fuckin waiting

Had to go and take it

Right in they faces

You riding in a lemon, nigga you a fruit

Ride pass your Uber or your Lyft in a coupe

Yo bitch cheated on you for a cheap pair of boots

She supposed to been left but she keep hitting snooze

In my snowman shirt

Riding with the work

You scared go to church

I take a bow for a verse

And I'll never let a bitch Bow Wow me

You stay down the street

But pay a out of town fee

And a bitch got her nerve trying to down me

When yo nigga just got fired from Hungry Howie's

Matter fact he just hit me up for some molly

Told him I ain't in the area I'm in Cali

Yo buffs foogazie

That shit dangerous

Cause a bum nigga a still pop you and take em

Owe me bread take em by the ankles and shake em

Kidnap his bitch, take her hair then I shave it

Or put Gorilla Glue in it

What they gone do with me

Chopper gone move niggas

Knocking shit loose nigga

Counting up these blues nigga

Bad bitch beside me

You can't walk a mile in my Balenciagas

I'm so tired of

These lil noggas

Thinking that they problems

Hit em in the noggin

Tell a nigga holla

If its 'bout dollars

Yo mom shoulda swallowed

Or ate the fucking condom

Got a bad lil bitch, she get on my nerves

Scratch her off the list, kick her ass to the curb

Had to work for this shit

Wasn't nothing handed

You lil spoon fed niggas take shit for granted

I pull up in a whip I brought from another planet

Bitch I'm a drop a whole M on my Nana

And I'm investing them pros on

What you going broke for

Slang big boulders

Fiend need a blowtorch

Feeling like a Big Tymer with this roll on

Hard to choose

So I had to leave with both of em

When it comes to the bows I Bo guard

Tell her throw that ass back, whats the hold up

She suck my dick with a fruit roll up

Phone ring, nigga net worth rose up

For a pound your dog will a turn Kurupt

I get busy on the first like Bone Thugs

Nigga on the gram throwing up his wrist watch

Got popped now they crying at the fish fry

Anything you got good, bet you stole that shit

Got broke, then sold that shit

You a hoe ass bitch

Yeah I sold that shit

Said I had to come hard I said oh thats it

And when you take em out the wrap

They as white as your teeth

Ain't gotta speak just have my cheese

Bitch its E