[Intro: Beez]
SHUT THE fu*k UP
[Verse 1: Beez]
See lately I've been stuntin' to hard
Lately I've been buyin' sh**
Lately I've been, never mind it
Lets rewind it, Try dif' time, think again
See lately I've been stuntin' to hard
Lately I've been buyin' sh**
Pull up in the biggest bodies
sh** look like a rocket ship
See lately I've been gettin' doe
Lately I've been f**in' hoes
And these right here are my confessions
And I ain't 'bout to sing no Russian song
Lets get into it
What the f** I gotta do to prove I'm the hottest
My crew is the (livest/lava)
You get it because lava is hot
And I bet a 100 thousand dollars
Ain't nobody gone top it
And see the same 100 thou we gone divide with my possy
My flow B-A-N-A-N-A-S
Takin' trips from the DF though
Way way to the LAX
On some LA s**
Get a LA babe, then a LA ex
Buying bromia some LA kush
Smokin' LA jets
If I walk in I got some money on me
And `they been buzzin' heavy, they should honeycomb me
Got a phone full of hoes, I ain't never lonely
If you talkin' them digits, then telephone me
I'm from Indiana, you know everything I do is
2-1-9 incline, I'm divine
Girls be like "OMG, Beez so fine"
"Me so fine, bend it over let me hit it from behind"
[Interlude: Beez]
"I mean she so fine so I was just trying to
Tsk, f** it
[Verse 2: Beez]
Turnt like a doorknob
Reminiscing when I used to steer my moms car back in high school and joyride
Now I got a joyride, ninfo
With the windows, tinted
Blowing hella endo
When they tryna go platinum here
Cisco did it, I'm so lifted
I'm so gifted, I'm so spiffy
[?], she so ricket
Cash gotta get it
Now I'm rollin' with a mil
I feel like Nicki
Closet look like a Foot Locker
So many shoes you would think I had foot problems
And I can't face (defeat/da feet), I'm not a foot doctor
I took the training wheels off like, look mama
I'm just hugging the trees, like koalas
Being high is just apart of my persona
Get commas, with goblins
Team run up on you, arms extended, moving slow, like "AW sh*t ZOMBIES"
Will I ever get signed? sh** probably
Cause the bars and flow man the sh** godly
Know a n***a named David
Son just be collecting choppers, but you'll never see him whip Harleys
If you ain't talkin' money quit callin'
Probably ride the bench, but n***a you ain't ballin'
In a high school fight in my retro 6 Jordan's
With a n***a who don't like me cause his b**h want me
We in the bathroom, quit stallin'
Sock him in the mouth, school started callin' me Mic Foley
I'm too gutter, like I went bowling
Yeah I'm eating good, eating real good, but I'm still hungry
Just got done f**in', she still horny
Smokin' purple and big Barney
My Flintstones look like rubble, Fred, and Barney
And my diamonds be Ray Charles-in
*Gasp*
Had to catch my breath
Actin' foul you can catch that tech
It is what it is
Man where I'm from you gotta ride with a 30 on you
In case a n***a wanna catch that step
Man I'm out
[Outro: Beez]
They ain't gone get that sh** man
Ain't no way they gone get that
(Jewelry/jury) out here Ray Charles-in n***as, man
DON'T GET BLINDED, b*tch
Ahahahahaha, aw man, yeah
Tsk, f** this sh**, man