[Verse 1]
Watch out, I'm a bad motherf**er
And if you don't I might have to bust ya
I come from Berkley
Where motherf**ers put you on a shirt G
And don't think nothing 'bout it
Everybody in the club gettin' rowdy
It's nobody like me
Everybody in the world gettin' hyphy
I roll with the hustlers
We only want the money motherf**er
I sleep with the lights on
We don't like broke b**hes where I'm from
Ring-to-the-ding-dong
It's me motherf**er with the iPhone
I know you b**hes love me
End of discussion
[Verse 2]
You can't see me, even with gla**es
West Coast motherf**er and I'm smashin'
I don't care if you play this on the radio
Cause they love me from Oakland to Filmore
Yeah I'm from the ghetto
Where motherf**ers will change your whole schedule
You can meet me at the side show
I'm a rap star, b**h, I don't ride slow
We goin' on a mission
You a scary motherf**er and you trippin'
I never been a busta
You snitch and a fake motherf**er
So why should I respect you?
You would tell everything if they let you
You can't hang with us
Catch the bus motherf**er
[Verse 3]
This ain't school, so why you wanna test me?
Waterfront, motherf**er, it gets messy
And shouts out to Richmond
Ridin' in the Lexus and they pimpin'
Shout out North Oakland
At Bushrod, b**h, and we smokin'
And shout out my cousin
Cause everybody know that I love him
I must be a rap star
Everywhere I go I'm ridin' in the fast car
I don't do interviews
Cause every time I talk, n***a, I make the news
And that's non-fiction
You can tell how the f** that I'm livin'
And this is how I'm reppin'
2017, b**h