[Verse 1: Kidd Upstairs]
Yeah
My b**h look like Amanda Bynes
Snorting hella lines with some random guys
The f** am I gon' tell her, how to live her life?
When that's an ad alright prolly dead inside
Friend of mine said he seen the same thing, mesmerized
All that mental baggage just accessorized
Shut your thighs
All the f**in' d**, that's gon' put her on that stretcher right?
She don't give no f**s that's her best advice
Shut your eyes and float
Try to forget it all but you don't
Want to get her to settle down but she won't
That's nobody to wife up, you let her go
This is for the chicks who addicted to gettin' blown
Hollywood gotta mention
We pitchin' the series
Cables and networks'll sit in
Cookin' that rock for description, distribution, prescription
For rich women to swim in
The purgatory to sit in
[Chorus]
I can't even judge her
Prolly got a family situation wit her mother
But she gon' still go out, and never pay her cover
And do it till she die, that's the reason that I love her
We cut 'em like
My n***as f** with b**hes like Amanda Bynes
My n***as f** with b**hes like Amanda Bynes
My n***as f** with b**hes like Amanda Bynes
Amanda Bynes
Amanda Bynes
[Verse 2]