Cush On Deck

Verse: Cush Wallace Uh, couple beats and a pack of swishers Bitch, I'm fly I don't associate with caterpillers A condos cool But I rather villas And have yo girlfriend in my bed, screaming, grabbing pillows Looking at my bitch anatomy No wonder why all these fucking niggas mad at me Gotta turn my phone off So these hoes don't kill my battery My flow is complementary And girls appeal to flattery Life of the party flow I don't give a fuck demeanor Babygirl we ballin I suggest you suck the team up She likes to roll my blunts Fuck and clean up I got OCD, Bitch You better fucking clean up, damn I'm so demanding like my father was Niggas always hatin' But that petty shit don't bother us As long as I'm performing All the bitches gotta love us So much pussy You know I keep a box of rubbers (Yeah) I'm a miskeen art original If bitches walk like models I'm a fuck and turn them pigeon-toed Everything is blurry now Please adjust your vision hoe Told them I'm a kill this shit Every bar is criminal You can meet my brother And tell us we're identical Then we'll take you down And smoke a bunch of medical Pulling up All black suburban Like the men in black Brent hold a gun And D-Roc windows tinted black (Uh) I swear You don't want my problems I'm a pretty nigga But the rest of these niggas goblins Beat yo ass inside the club And watch you come out hoblin I'll still be up in that bitch Convincing girls to swallow it Hook: Oh let's do it, I'm the future Im so far from the shit you niggas used to Up early For the money like a rooster And I keep my niggas paid like a booster Oh let's do it I'm improving I play the game to win While they lose it I can't help it I'm a motherfucking nuisance I'm about this money nigga Mother fuck your two scents Yeah W-A-double L-A-C-E