[Intro]
Get your freak on, (3x)
Yeah yeah yeah oh yeah yeah
[Verse 1]
What the f** you a snitch, f** with me read the lick
Gorgeous body with a pretty a** face
I don't give a f** b**h I'll be hittin' anyway
Get the bag, get the work, squirt the gat, no actin' up
Rich rapper n***a really want to start a problem
Pissed off a n***a wanna solve him
Pow pow roll n***a I'm ballin'
b**h a** n***as be like you ain't ballin
Cause I'm a real n***a and we ain't never been to college
Real n***as stay in the ghetto we came from
Teachin' them little mother f**ers how we came up, stayed up
Gotta a little rich, gotta a place to get laid up
These wack n***as, trill n***as, on the rise
New b**h told me she spits on the cum now
Thats your n***a well your my b**h
Bust down on the couch bust that b**h
f** that f** that, f** that
Hallelujah to my n***as who made it all alone now
Aiming when we shootin' and we shootin' a few rounds
And we stay low, keep em goin' for a few rounds
Get our money up and never say a word
Smoke that sh** and collect them birds
[Hook]
I peaked my cellular I see your chick she callin' me
I swerve in Benzs windows tinted, she wanna swallow me
If you a basic b**h, then girl don't even bother me
b**h I'm grown b**h I'm grown, 20 years hit the floor
Throw that a** for manager, throw that a** for my D.J
New b**hes in my pa**enger, west side my neighborhood
b**h I'm grown b**h I'm grown, 20 years hit the floor
b**h I'm grown b**h I'm grown, 20 years hit the floor
[Verse 2]
b**h n***as be lying, dying for nickle bags
And b**hes still be callin' me ugly and say they wouldn't f** me
Still got that flare I got that juice
When I first pull that trigger
Real magic sticker no fifty but bet that nine hit cha
I call my homie like "Homie" ("What Up?")
"I need a couple grams, so I can be the man solely" ("I gotcha")
See I ain't into pictures, I ain't into f**ing hoes, (Not Really)
See I am just into women stripping, taking off their clothes
I suppose I'll speed it up, and still I beat it up
p**y the tree for us I'll beat it up
D-wade three way act, Bill Withers you ain't on us
I clean sh** up, b**h you on my bus, b**h you on my bus
You get this work, flip that work for dirt, you know whats's up
[Hook]
[Outro]
"Oh my f**ing god Royal, we did it, we f**ing did it."