[Chorus]
Ridin' round smoking weed wit my foreign b**h
Ridin' round smoking weed wit my foreign b**h
My window down, I'm riding to my new sh** (wish that was me)
Got my new b**h, got my, got my new b**h (this dude a G!)
I don't camp off wit no j's they sell them hoes for free (What the f** that mean?)
Never payin' for no p**y, f** them hoes for free
That's a f**ing bawlaa
How can I become a bawlaa?
[Verse 1]
Mirror mirror on the wall
How can Dicky learn to ball
I wish I was T.I.P. and I could spit some sh** with southern drawls
I wish I could flip a brick and spit that sh** like Ricky Ross
Holla at broads, at the mall
Spit about a muf**en' b**h up in 'da whip
And getting lit up in the backseat
Talkin' sh** about a dinner wit an athlete
f** that, can't rap like the rest of these muf**as
Without all my writtens being fact free
Do y'all know how bad I wish I could
But y'all would laugh if I spit hood
So now ya man is making jams about some random
sh**, when dudes is rappin' bout they f**in' weaponry
Homicidal tendencies
The only dough that I can boast about is seeded sesame
I'm jealous B
Cuz errbody in the game get to say they k**
Errbody in the game get to say they steal
Errbody in the game sayin' words like trill
Really wish that I could make that hit
Fake that sh**
Without coming off all gay n' sh**
Cuz if I coulda rapped like Wayne
Then I'd prolly be sayin' a lot of the crazy sh** like
I'mma k** you p**y a** b**hes wit da chopper
Now make that p**y pop off...and this sh** would sound proper
[Chorus]
Ridin' round smoking weed wit my foreign b**h
Ridin' round smoking weed wit my foreign b**h
Ma window down, I'm riding to my new sh** (wish dat was me)
Got my new b**h, got my, got my new b**h (this dude a g!)
Ion camp off wit no j's they sell them hoes for free (what the f** that mean?)
Never payin' for no p**y, f** them hoes for free
That's a f**ing bawlaa
How can I become a bawlaa?
I just wish I could say black things, straight up
[Verse 2 ]
Here we go
Here's a flow
Bout some sh** I really know
I'mma spit it raw and swag it up as if I'm really cold
Ma cheerios is honey nut
Gear at most a hunned bucks
P.S. I Love You is on the TV, Dicky tearin' up
Go up to the bathroom, I have to
Ma dentist say I gotta make an effort now it's time to floss
Holla at my dog, and I call the muf**a to me and
Get a leash and take him out to walk
Roll around the ave
I put his sh** up in a bag
And then a whip pull up, the windows down, this b**h look out and asking
How she get back on the high way
Told dat b**h to drive straight
And take a left on honeycut
But stay up in the right lane
Cuz it come up kinda quick
You see what the f** I'm sayin
Other people get to rap about like
Home cooked crack, and like jail n sh**
And I gotta spit a lotta sh** about a muthaf**in
Kid up in a crib that's got the central air
It's not fair
No one cares
Real talk I just wanna braid my hair
And rap about whatever bruh
Money hoes Et cetera
Instead of bein' clever every measure but I'm never gonna be
[Chorus]
Ridin' round smoking weed wit my foreign b**h
Ridin' round smoking weed wit my foreign b**h
My window down, I'm riding to my new sh** (Wish dat was me)
Got my new b**h, got my, got my new b**h (This dude a G!)
Ion't camp off wit no j's they sell them hoes for free (What the f** that mean?)
Never payin' for no p**y, f** them hoes for free
That's a f**ing bawlaa
How can I become a bawlaa?