William Slaughter - Thiccums Lyrics

Two big booty thiccums and I Got em twerking in the back seat
Tell that lil boy run my cash like a track meet
My guys want the smoke
Yall sprint off like some athletes
No stress and distraction
Two big booty thiccums and I Got em twerking in the back seat
Tell that lil boy run my cash like a track meet
My guys got the smoke
They ran off like some athletes
No stress and distraction
Do something strange for a piece of change
back in this bitch like a boomerang
She tryna cuff me
officer Stay in yo lane
That booty my kryptonite you Louise lane
She perky lil momma bring them tings out
She rocking mink now
She a barbie I Ken take you to yo dream house
Your old man run his mouth what he think bout
He trying to take you we gone bring it to the streets now
My bad I thought a nigga with no taste said something
Oh he did bro
Oh did I got his ass
Where my goons at? Aye
Should I hit him with the Rrr aye
He said he self made nah bro he bitch made
He flexing all that cash but that nigga need his rent paid
Nah I can kick witcha son I'm ya sensei
Speaking on my name get my nuts out ya airway
My goons wanna chop his body down
Turn his wife to a widow in her wedding gown
We shoot for the truth so I'll keep it 100 rounds
Run forest or you get Ran down
Two big booty thiccums and I Got em twerking in the back seat
Tell that lil boy run my cash like a track meet
My guys ant the smoke
Yall sprint off like some athletes
No stress and distraction
Two big booty thiccums and I Got em twerking in the back seat
Tell that lil boy run my cash like a track meet
My guys got the smoke
They ran off like some athletes
No stress and distraction
Just wanna do hood rat stuff with my friends no diploma
She don't drink soda but dont turn down coka coka
I just popped a bean I can't sleep my cup got Folgers
Was hot girl summer now I see her getting colder
Hit the Uzi dance don't want her crying on my shoulder
Let's just have a good time never know when this shit over
Its gonna be vibe she wiped her eyes forget the closure
Well never be sober
Party over here don't call the cops
Witcho Snitch ahh
Bitch ahh
Looking hard they got whiplash
Ima make bill than fall back in my Rich ahh
Just met a new chick digging her pick axe
Her man peon or a piss ain't
I got the paper like Michael Scott or Bob Vance
Is gonna be a long dance
Or cold summer
All these rappers are a bummer

Two big booty thiccums and I Got em twerking in the back seat
Tell that lil boy run my cash like a track meet
My guys want the smoke
Yall sprint off like some athletes
No stress and distraction
Two big booty thiccums and I Got em twerking in the back seat
Tell that lil boy run my cash like a track meet
My guys got the smoke
They ran off like some athletes
No stress and distraction
Do something strange for a piece of change
back in this bitch like a boomerang
She tryna cuff me
officer Stay in yo lane
That booty my kryptonite you Louise lane
She perky lil momma bring them tings out
She rocking mink now
She a barbie I Ken take you to yo dream house
Your old man run his mouth what he think bout
He trying to take you we gone bring it to the streets now
My bad I thought a nigga with no taste said something
Oh he did bro
Oh did I got his ass
Where my goons at? Aye
Should I hit him with the Rrr aye
He said he self made nah bro he bitch made
He flexing all that cash but that nigga need his rent paid
Nah I can kick witcha son I'm ya sensei
Speaking on my name get my nuts out ya airway
My goons wanna chop his body down
Turn his wife to a widow in her wedding gown
We shoot for the truth so I'll keep it 100 rounds
Run forest or you get Ran down
Two big booty thiccums and I Got em twerking in the back seat
Tell that lil boy run my cash like a track meet
My guys ant the smoke
Yall sprint off like some athletes
No stress and distraction
Two big booty thiccums and I Got em twerking in the back seat
Tell that lil boy run my cash like a track meet
My guys got the smoke
They ran off like some athletes
No stress and distraction
Just wanna do hood rat stuff with my friends no diploma
She don't drink soda but dont turn down coka coka
I just popped a bean I can't sleep my cup got Folgers
Was hot girl summer now I see her getting colder
Hit the Uzi dance don't want her crying on my shoulder
Let's just have a good time never know when this shit over
Its gonna be vibe she wiped her eyes forget the closure
Well never be sober
Party over here don't call the cops
Witcho Snitch ahh
Bitch ahh
Looking hard they got whiplash
Ima make bill than fall back in my Rich ahh
Just met a new chick digging her pick axe
Her man peon or a piss ain't
I got the paper like Michael Scott or Bob Vance
Is gonna be a long dance
Or cold summer
All these rappers are a bummer