I & m

Your bitch give head to shoulders knees and toes
I'm the realest nigga I suppose
Floor it, thwart it, quart it
Stop to sort it
But we navigating to your mama's house
Blood's up in my duffel, bitch says I'm a shovel
Catch a opp just like I'm Randy Moss
I pop em', toss em', cross em'
Forty, chop em', lock em'
Leave his ass, Imma catch his ass

Eenie meenie meenie miney mo
Eenie meenie meenie miney mo
Eenie meenie meenie miney mo

Running back to never running back
I get a running back to get my shotty back
And if I bust a pussy in the Pontiac
You know she running back
You know she running back
And I will probably hit it, kiss it, flip it
Rip or break a wrist I bet your bitch a bitch
And if that bitch a bitch I'm letting Louis kick 'em
Bitch I'll bust a bitch
(Everything past this part can only be understood in bits and pieces so I will leave it up to you guys to decipher the rest)