Bay Area, b**h!
(Verse 1)
From the cuts, but I'm boutta make hella bands
Pa**port finna get a lotta stamps
Better watch out for my pimp hand
Comin at you with a bat like bam-bam
Four honeys, one night, thats a grand slam
She hella broke yo, she need a webcam
You a fake-a** b**h, like a spray tan
I keep it real cuz I'm reppin the motherf**in fam
Every girl tryna get a fine man
And that's kind of exactly what I am
So when it comes to who can please ur b**h
I can and you can't
Everybody knows bands make her dance
And i'm already hooked at first glance
Can I escape dis booty? Not even a chance
At war wit an a** like clash of clans, DAMN!
But she don't mean nothin to me, just a f**in tramp
And one look at me make her panties damp
But I'm so f**ed up, I can hardly stand
So imma hit that, dip, and light up another gram
I'm slammin this chick, and she gettin so frantic
Never seen one this big, but i think she can handle it
I'm good with the b**hes, you'd think i'm a romantic
But I'm just a player and that's just semantics
Set fire to the booth when I spit
You can tell from my eyes that I'm lit
My dialect finna get violent
So deadly you can hear the sirens
Purple in a cup and i'm sippin
Better hide the women and children
Took a funny lookin pill and I'm trippin
King Midas up in this buildin b**h!
(Chorus)
b**hes hittin me up on my Gmail
But homie don't give a f** bout no females
Yeah, maybe I'll let em s** on this D, hell
Gettin head in my truck, in BL
(on my gmail, on my gmail, b**hes hittin me up on my gmail) 2x
(Verse 2)
Math cla** got dropped fast
Gonna focus on that pepper jack
Shoot a b**h for cash, like gat-gat
Make a b**h shake her a** like clap-clap
I've only scoped about a half a track
But I can already tell your sh**s whack
And even tho you're b**h is hella fat
I'mma gonna jizz on her back, fap-fap
We tha wolf-pack, we takin fat snaps
You smokin crack, just like a hood rat
And I rap fast, check my fat stacks
Cross my path and get b**h slapped, sh**
Whoopin a** and takin names, like I never have
The b**hes up in here got phenomenal racks
But if they gonna roll wit us they make a verbal pact
That I can hit it from the back, that's an a** tax
Get out the way b**h, I'm comin up fast
Try to f** wit me and get laughed at
Bet you wish u were me cuz ur comin up last
I'm too damn rad for these sad twacks
On my lawnmower wit a six pack
Got a j and i'm ready to hit that
We in the mountains like holler back
Takes a loc cutthroat to acknowledge that
Your girl and I are gettin hella schlapped
And I think she's wearing your snapback
But I'm better than you so she's s**ing my dick
Like it's the only thing she's good at
Next thing you know I'm in her a**
And she did it. didn't even have to ask
Yo you better get a hold of this ratchet twat
Cuz right now you're losing her hard and fast
(Chorus)
b**hes hittin me up on my Gmail
But homie don't give a f** bout no females
Yeah, maybe I'll let em s** on this D, hell
Gettin head in my truck, in BL
(on my gmail, on my gmail, b**hes hittin me up on my gmail) 2x