I Think I'm Sprung - Young Dolph, Juicy J

That pussy hella good, brains extra dumb

O-M-G, I think I’m sprung

Had a lotta Franklins, burned a lotta strong

I do this shit for fun

I think I’m sprung, I think I’m sprung

I think I’m sprung, I think I’m sprung

Addicted to this fast money, boy I think I’m sprung

I think I’m sprung, I think I’m sprung

I got a bad bitch fetish, boy I think I’m sprung

My bitch bad and my weed loud

I fuck lil mama so good, that I make that bitch seem now

Pussy so wet, we got done, she needed three towels

But I think I’m sprung, because every night she on redown

My old bitch seen my new bitch, abd she text me go to hell

I text her back, can I get some head L-O-L

I’m in that two seater, rolling up loud and watching Blow

Yea this coupe might be clean, but my money filthy tho

He want a deuce I told him meet me at the liquor store

Don’t ask me if my money dirty, yeah I’m guilty ho

Let me see ya tongue ring, bumping 3−6

Getting head, while I’m countin' boy

That’s G shit

I play bitches like NBA 2K

New J’s on my feet, blunt to my face

Ridin' in the back of the phantom like Miss Daisy

I stay firing up the trees I’m a arsonist

And I ain’t been sober since I been born

And the way I flip them whips it’s like they transform

Big boy truck I call that bitch Optimus Prime

To a drive head phantom watch it recline

I’m sprung on pussy stay jumping in

And a fiend for them drugs, Tyrone Biggums

Her becky fire, she got me hooked

Celebrity rehab probably got me booked

Got a two leader with 6 o’s

Got a new bitch she wanna fuck

But I don’t want to cause I’m too throwed

Went to sleep, drankin' and smokin'

Woke up doing the same shit

The crazy part about it I got a clique of niggas who do the same shit

Flipped a thirty pack of loud and it all with my jeweler

Got a team full of Kobe’s that mean they all shooters

Lil mama extra bad I swear she thick as a horse

And that pussy just like my paint job, extra moist

Stupid wet, she got that stupid sex

O-M-G she got that stupid head

Yea I like her but I could only fall in love with money

I’m ballin' round that bitch, but she can’t get nothing from me