Henny & The Moss

You gotta suck it good, no teeth like a mistress Fucked the whole team man this bitch really different She's sippin' on the Henny and The Moss And if she smoke cigs, I won't fuck her till she stops Now I ain't bout to clothes, bitch, please take it off Take it off She bought all her hoes in exchange I brought all the dawgs You gotta get paid or you gotta make some calls I ain't from the city, ion I ain't from the city, but you knew that She wants me in her life, like, babe, I can't do that Fuck one time, then I gotta keep it movin Didn't even tell her I do music, I just told her I produce it She tired of my games, I'm a nuisance Lie to the bitch, it's kinda funny when I do it Ain't tryna suck it like the fuck you came to do then? Yeah, fuckin' fuckin' stupid, stupid uh Sippin' on the Henny and The Moss I used to slick it back, no Jimmy Neutron Now I put it in my face like a bitch throwin' buns I'm dripped all out, baby, don't call now You a bum, shouldn't have left Yeah, they hit me with the text and it says "DYL Where you been?" I been out the way, it's been too long He's back bitch, tied in the game like a ham-mock, yeah, you can touch but why you grab-bin No, you can not have this I'ma make hella blues, spoke into existence Ya boy knows how to move, Step, step, step, I ain't talkin' bout your shoes Suckin' on the dick she go *choke choke* What your wrist look like Let me check, check, check Yeah, you know the bitch got it when you lookin' through her texts "Ayy, baby, who is that man?" Yeah, "Dyl what you doing?" "I don't understand" I'm tryna get my flowers, bitch Give me my respect Yeah, I'm tryna get a Cuban ass in my hand best route is earn it like a man Yeah, yeah, Best out, brother, you must believe me in your brand Believe in your brand, yeah the way we were raised, you gotta get smoked Out to understand Gotta smoke weed, gotta smoke weed Shit's all bad If you can't sip henny, takin' dick I'ma leave you at the pad If you think I'm sick, you should meet my fuckin' dad You think I'm sick, you should see my fuckin' past Uh, hittin' on his baby at the mall He gon' get pissed when he checks up on her calls I don't even date, bad bitches get it all If those bitches hate, it's probably cause they ain't been gettin' off Uh, she just want the grade-A dick My fault, I just sit her down Say, hey, hey, bitch, what's wrong? What's wrong? She ask me how I cheat yeah yeah I got a lot of ways, yeah Two phones, yeah, he a boss Sippin' on the Henny and The Moss I been on the phone, I don't really wanna talk. I just wanna fuck, make it hard for you to walk. I'm fucked up, but you the one that did me wrong. Broke my heart, but I'm pretty fuckin' strong. Dyl why you goin', it's the end of the song.