(Hook)
Fock, open ya eyes a lil'
Bag you in the back of yo neck x2
I slap you for yo lack of respect
I said fock, open ya eyes a lil'
Take you back to when I had excet
Fock, open ya eyes a lil'
And bag it in the back of yo neck
(Verse)
No silver spoon daddy-o
No pool in the back, no patio
Got my feet up like I'm baggin' home
Live from the central, if you had to know
I used to ride the bus, dreamin' of a Caddy, though
Grab the fall, hit the homies like 'adio'
On the fine feet line with a fattie, though
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But guamas I chased the caddy, yo
Po'ly I'm a dog, like a labrado' x3
But why must I chase the tabby, tho?
(Hook)
Fock, open ya eyes a lil'
Bag you in the back of yo neck x2
I slap you for yo lack of respect
I said fock, open ya eyes a lil'
Take you back to when I had excet
Fock, open ya eyes a lil'
And bag it in the back of yo neck
(Verse)
Say, why you have to act that way?
Won't even hear a word that I have to say
Whenever tell a lie, never fabricate
Just so I can have a taste, grab a plate
Strike 'em out, see 'em at the ? cage
Swing a heavy woo when I'm at the plate
Magic like a clown, talkin' fashion tastes
Come on, stop it, please, stop the masquerade
Take that boogy bush that way
'Member when you use to work cabaret?
I seen that nappy bush with that patch of gray
Uh, and a n***a had to say
(Hook)
Fock, open ya eyes a lil'
Bag you in the back of yo neck x2
I slap you for yo lack of respect
I said fock, open ya eyes a lil'
Take you back to when I had excet
Fock, open ya eyes a lil'
And bag it in the back of yo neck