Lemon Squeeze lyrics

I want my mommy I wanna kill myself Tried to come up with a master plan, came up with me I was already shootin' 'fore they came up the street, yeah And niggas wanna hate and bitches wanna mate Okay, the booze is the Hennessy, we down it, no sippin' The Drew Brees, the lemon squeeze, the 9 is a lemon Apparently, I get lots of vows from the women The bitches love to mate and niggas love to hate Okay, Drew Brees, the lemon squeeze The sweet bitch from Italy The coupe go two-twenty speed, huh Huh, blood in my eyes, my Jesus piece, ain't no way I'm a Christian Aboard that yellow Bentley, ain't it? Carter, what's the business? I'm gangster and sophisticated, nigga, who you kiddin'? That shit don't mean I'm constipated, mm Mm, bought a mansion and I renovated, nigga, that's how I'm livin', huh Yeah, nick-nack-paddy-wack, bulletproof Cadillac Nigga diss, got 'em whacked, move I'm in the cut, nigga, alley cat Nigga tryna swagger jack, but he ain't got the bag to match, ooh We smoke a lot of spit I'm walkin' like a lick, she smoke a lot of dick, uh-huh Kill Bill, byoom, byoom, boom, boom, boom, Glock pop, glee