Lynch Mob - Father, SEANTHOMMONEY

There go that nigga cube right there

What that Ruthless like nigga

Fuck Ruthless, this Lench Mob nigga

If I fucked your bitch you gotta figure it out

My boys in your function 'bout to nigga it out

Pull up on the shorty put a dick in her mouth

We both get what we want then I’m kicking her out

Lynch mob they go get the pitchfork and a rope man

Outside all night

'cause these niggas want the smoke man

Gold hands because yeah we up we rolling

Yeah we up we rolling nigga let me borrow four bands

You say that you got it, come on put it in my damn hands

Just in that Bugatti got my old hoes up on cancans

Shorty she a big fan, her nigga want that big man

I want that big Lam' big fam

Let me get that cig man

My gland in that sick man

I’m stressed and need that hit man

You test me, you’ll get that big BLAM

Your organs in the rich man

Your boof on that bitch man, them powers gonna clip him

I hit him then I flip them, somebody get me up

That Henny make me sick man, but Vyvanse keep me up

My nigga put the brick down, you not even no thug

You never hit no lick man, y’ain’t never did no drugs

Never hit them thots

Never hit them folks

You don’t want no smoke

I’m hot, then I’m sexy

Bitch come pull up on me

Bitch come slide on me, undress me

Ride me like a jet ski

I’m trifling and I’m messy

If I fucked your bitch you gotta figure it out

My boys in your function 'bout to nigga it out

Pull up on the shorty put a dick in her mouth

We both get what we want then I’m kicking her out

Lynch mob they go get the pitchfork and a rope man

Outside all night

'cause these niggas want the smoke man

Gold hands because yeah we up we rolling

Yeah we up we rolling nigga let me borrow four bands

You say that you got it, come on put it in my damn hands

Just in that Bugatti got my old hoes up on cancans

Shorty she a big fan, her nigga want that big man

Girl I know you need me (girl I know you need me)

Girl I know you see me (girl I know you see me)

Baby girl don’t leave me (baby girl don’t leave me)

Praying she don’t leave me (praying she don’t leave)

Lights, camera, action (action)

Can’t (can't), cut (cut), pack it (pack it)

Drink, fruit (fruit), passion

Girl I know i’m dead, girl I know i’m dead

Don’t matter

Lynch mob they go get the pitchfork and a rope man

Outside all night

'cause these niggas want the smoke man

Gold hands because yeah we up we rolling

Yeah we up we rolling nigga let me borrow four bands

You say that you got it, come on put it in my damn hands

Just in that Bugatti got my old hoes up on cancans

Shorty she a big fan, her nigga want that big man