"Dorky Ass Boy" lyrics
Ayy-ayy, nah, huh
Ayy, turn this shit up, man, I ain't wastin' no time
I'm finna ho y'all niggas
Ayy
(P. Dot got that pack)
Thought she was that until I showed her little freak ass
Thought he was fresh until I hoed his little cheap ass
Yo' bitch ass heavy and soft like a bean bag
Ha, I bought her two cigarettes, one for your fiend ass
Ayy, I hate a broke ass fake pimp (Ayy)
Nigga beggin' hoes for money, you a straight simp
Homeless ass boy, what would you do if they didn't make tints?
Boy, you lucky you ain't die of starvation (Haha)
Hangin' 'round crabs in a bucket, feel like Plankton
Niggas hate me in my city 'cause I spank shit
Hit a pussy nigga where it hurt, fuck his main bitch
Got a body on a pole like Hangman
And ayy, got her on a tight string like I'm Kyrie
She just wanna shut the fuck up and pay me my fee (Ayy, ayy)
Yeah, I feel like I'm Mike V, I got Nike sneaks
I'm in Arizona IC, that's an ice tea
All strips, ten piece like a wing dinner (Ayy)
Out the way, low-key like I sing tenor
Is it me or do my old friends seem bitter?
I'm froze, my neck so burr like it don't drink liquor
Just left your bitch house with slob on my jean zipper
Wait, before he had chicken, he was a pretender
Wait, before I had chicken, I told him, "Dream bigger"
They was sleepin' on my lines like a lean sipper
Remember? Lavier, I know you remember
All them long talks about this vision, I see 'em clear
Free them team members, gotta line up just to eat dinner (Ayy, free the boys)
I'ma hold it down, guarantee, nigga
Ayy, how you fresh with no money? Nigga, sell them clothes
Fuckin' bitches every day, nigga, sell them hoes
Horny ass nigga, ayy, nigga
Ayy, yo' ass don't need Jesus, you need to sell yo' soul
Lame ass nigga, ayy
Ain't got no money or no motherfuckin' opps, nigga, sell yo' pole
Yeah, I smoke the best shit 'cause I'm a big dawg
You somewhere pullin' on mid, niggas Chris Paul
Big boss, woke up today to twenty missed calls
Dorky ass boy ain't got no bitches, tryna list crawl
The thirty stick into the arms is like a lint ball
I'm at the bank with lead on me, 'bout to withdrawal
The hoes say you eat pussy the best 'cause yo' dick small
Lil' nigga, ayy (Ha)
Big cribs, whips, trophies, I keep droppin' like a Sprint call
Ayy (Ayy)
Ayy, turn this shit up, man, I ain't wastin' no time
I'm finna ho y'all niggas
Ayy
(P. Dot got that pack)
Thought she was that until I showed her little freak ass
Thought he was fresh until I hoed his little cheap ass
Yo' bitch ass heavy and soft like a bean bag
Ha, I bought her two cigarettes, one for your fiend ass
Ayy, I hate a broke ass fake pimp (Ayy)
Nigga beggin' hoes for money, you a straight simp
Homeless ass boy, what would you do if they didn't make tints?
Boy, you lucky you ain't die of starvation (Haha)
Hangin' 'round crabs in a bucket, feel like Plankton
Niggas hate me in my city 'cause I spank shit
Hit a pussy nigga where it hurt, fuck his main bitch
Got a body on a pole like Hangman
And ayy, got her on a tight string like I'm Kyrie
She just wanna shut the fuck up and pay me my fee (Ayy, ayy)
Yeah, I feel like I'm Mike V, I got Nike sneaks
I'm in Arizona IC, that's an ice tea
All strips, ten piece like a wing dinner (Ayy)
Out the way, low-key like I sing tenor
Is it me or do my old friends seem bitter?
I'm froze, my neck so burr like it don't drink liquor
Just left your bitch house with slob on my jean zipper
Wait, before he had chicken, he was a pretender
Wait, before I had chicken, I told him, "Dream bigger"
They was sleepin' on my lines like a lean sipper
Remember? Lavier, I know you remember
All them long talks about this vision, I see 'em clear
Free them team members, gotta line up just to eat dinner (Ayy, free the boys)
I'ma hold it down, guarantee, nigga
Ayy, how you fresh with no money? Nigga, sell them clothes
Fuckin' bitches every day, nigga, sell them hoes
Horny ass nigga, ayy, nigga
Ayy, yo' ass don't need Jesus, you need to sell yo' soul
Lame ass nigga, ayy
Ain't got no money or no motherfuckin' opps, nigga, sell yo' pole
Yeah, I smoke the best shit 'cause I'm a big dawg
You somewhere pullin' on mid, niggas Chris Paul
Big boss, woke up today to twenty missed calls
Dorky ass boy ain't got no bitches, tryna list crawl
The thirty stick into the arms is like a lint ball
I'm at the bank with lead on me, 'bout to withdrawal
The hoes say you eat pussy the best 'cause yo' dick small
Lil' nigga, ayy (Ha)
Big cribs, whips, trophies, I keep droppin' like a Sprint call
Ayy (Ayy)
