Gadget by KISSTHECROOK Lyrics

[VERSE: KISSTHECROOK]
Run up on a boy and I go fuckin' postal
Beat  his body up and I send it via postal
Post  game party at my place, where the hoes go
Loco, run from the po-po
Go go gadget, dress for the pageant
Cuff  on my cuff links
Beef  it like Jack Link's
Crack fiends go for the white
Don't  apologize, yes I know I'm in the right
My leftovers still bump (ugh)
When I get my bands, get 'em in a lump sum (yuh)
Pussy, I'm a god yeah, but I don't ever slump (nah)
Ski-ing  down the slopes with the dope
Hailey Dukes (ugh)
Bailing my ass out, then she blow me like a flute (ooo)
JB way I'm skating down the block, boy
You ain't hot boy
Look alive
Doin' what I do I do it to survive
You a side switcher, you a Gemini (yuh)
I'm a Cancer
You be jumpin' round like a mofuckin prancer (bwah)
Got yo girl up in my bed and she ain't got no pants uh
Watch her dance uh
Drop then stand uh
Ass fallin' like a fuckin bomb - Pakistan uh
Yuh