Z8, D Lil - Picnic Basket Lyrics

Let me hit that, imma motherfucking pass it
Talk down we gone put 'em in a casket
It goes down in the picnic basket
New shoes I just motherfucking trashed them
Damn, they still cleaner then a bitch though
Lost my grillz but I'm still gone flex my dental
Got my full vision you just got a stencil
Fuck her long dick style you got a pencil

Touch my girl, nigga shoot you in the temple
In the coupe, really riding in the Benz though
Aye nigga you don't really have no friends though
Running up on you niggas with extendo's
Watch me flip a bitch over real clean, kendama
She a bad bitch, good neck like llama
Sure she look bad but she's alway into drama
That bitch talk to much all I hear is blah blah
Pulling up on you niggas finna drive by
Finna fry I ain't talking 'bout at five guys
Crazy girl really here just trying to blow me
I said no nigga she just gotta go please
Dirty dirt hoe I wouldn't wish you on homies
You just need yourself a good coach no Joe Lee
Always gotta keep it real, ten toes deep
Ain't no difference from a rat and the police
Oh shit, now we turning up the motherfucking mosh pit
Bad bitch and she's with whatever I'm with
Imma hit I'm just waiting for the timing
When I'm done her friends gonna need the Heimlich