"The Simpsons" lyrics

Hop on 35 — exit Laureland
Back in the hood, where if you outta bounds
You'll get short a gram

Electric Escalade, ESV
It's green, Forrest Brown
Or in Atlanta with my nigga
Like we went to Morris, oh

In the back a quarter pound
Rolling back-to-back, it's loud
And that shit you got is quiet
Like somebody cut it down

Not a sound is how we creep when we roll
Walk 'em down, black glove
Like when OJ killed Nicole — whoa

Black glove like when OJ killed Nicole, duhh
Black glove like when OJ killed Nicole, what!

I don't really eat pussy, I'd rather call Grubhub
Order all the food and still getting sucked up
I love a rough fuck, I love two thick sluts
She stay double-cheeked up, I call her Butt Butt

Marni from the shoes to the fuckin' button-up
Twizzy Baby old soul, step in this bitch and cut a rug
We can fuck, I don't like cuddle up, buttercup
Grab a glove like when OJ killed Nicole — whoa

Grab a glove on like when OJ killed Nicole, duhh
Glove on like when OJ killed Nicole, what!

We ain't actin' tough, it's like youngin' don't brag enough
Throw a nigga over the ledge, a first responder pack him up

This Coach, Chanel collab a dub
I blew advance, I blow the pub
Was 15 in KOD throwing your savings in the club

With the fuckin' Birdman, and I really had the lugs
Yeah I really had the drugs, hoes eyes big as pugs
Precious love, all this dope and medicine made her cum

Strapped glove like when OJ killed Nicole — whoa
Strapped glove like when OJ killed Nicole, duhh
Strapped glove like when OJ killed Nicole, what!