Skrung Owt

[Hook] I got your bitch skrung owt, she keep callin' She see that four wheel, she see that on me Fresh Caesar, no fitted I'm all about my digits she's so on my di-dick Fam-Lay keep it poppin' in the streets Yellow juice take a sip have a seat And I'ma bang her, 'til her tongue out I got you singin', now say it with me Got your bitch skrung owt I got your bitch skrung owt I got your bitch skrung owt I got your bitch skrung owt You better get her mane [Verse 1] Oh shit, they done did it mane Fam-Lay came through in that kitty thing And your girl tryna get it mane If you in love with ya girl better get her mane I'm a pimp nigga peep how I play Ain't got a limp nigga I ain't gotta say it But I'm the coolest you can put your soul on it New jewels old money with the mould on it Hang in the beach house ass cheeks out You know what I be about 'bout to freak out Uh, and I'ma put it on her like I own her The sad part about it I don't even wanna [Hook] [Verse 2] It ain't much y'all can do with me, got the crew with me New sneaks and my shorts cost two fifty Ain't such thing as too picky Got an eigth of that dro and an ounce of that blue with me Try to tell me that she ain't kinky Got my new wrist watch with a mean pinky And my pocket full of green Twinkies She either lying or she blind as Ray Charles claims she ain't seen me She said she doesn't lay with just any nigga But she wanna lay with this Virginia nigga Got your bitch gone while you sit home When she in the shower you tryna switch phones [Hook]