Brody Summers - OMWTFYB

{Intro}
Bitches on my sack
Swallow kids hoe, call me dad

{Verse One}
I’m a swanky motherfucka
Your bitch mad, you’s a busta
She text me, you done fucked up
She cummin like a dump truck
You fuckin with the trillest
Minds gone, that’s the illest
Face numb, but no feelings
Bomb head, that’s the business
She shacking like a polaroid
Pull out game strong, no steroids
Fucked around and made a hit boy
You’s a nice guy, she need dick, boy

{Chorus x2}
Bitches on my sack
Swallow kids hoe, call me dad
Bitches on my sack
Swallow kids hoe, call me dad
Fuckin with some G’s, slap a Franklin on that ass
Trippy, getting lit, on her knees like it’s mass

{Verse Two}
You ignant motherfucka
Stay bitching, straight thumb sucker
Acting like you gonna dump on me
Staring hard, thеn what’s up homie
You fuckin with that west side
Young G, but no gang signs
Don’t bang, so don’t wastе time
Test me, we’ll take flight
Sip like, that purple sprite
Ain’t a slut, but she fuck like
I’m like two syllables
To the boy I’m his bro
But the D that’s his hoe
Leave your B’s at the door

{Chorus x2}
Bitches on my sack
Swallow kids hoe, call me dad
Bitches on my sack
Swallow kids hoe, call me dad
Fuckin with some G’s, slap a Franklin on that ass
Trippy, getting lit, on her knees like it’s mass