Dave Foreman - Honey Buns lyrics

[Intro] Let em know we live my n***a say something (Aye!) You know what I'm saying Check this sh** out though New OPM, all money in type sh** Uh, this might be too expensive for y'all little n***as Check this out though [Dom Kennedy] I'm tryna ball like Jalen Rose Go gold Buy a crazy Rolls Crazy hoes, eye contact and baby chose I didn't tell her who I was n***a, baby knows Yeah it say Versace, but to me it's just a navy roll She wanna rip the tag on it I got dressed, threw on an OPM shirt with my dad on it Then I hit Crenshaw Then I ran into Kim Aww sh**! I might as well call her up and see what's happening "Do you got a man?" She said, "Why you asking?" You really don't care You n***as is scandalous Cause I'm from Los Angeles I know how to handle sh** Don't rap for no panelist I might mack to a Spanish chick And come to think of it you're a terrible an*lyst To think that n***as wasn't finna get this money I might pa** your girl a joint Tell her hit this for me And today's forecast say "b**h, it's sunny" And never hate the west side n***a we gets money Yeah, that's wha**up Cause that's the truth I got four cars And all of of 'em coupes Two of 'em black One of 'em blue One of 'em white What's up with some soup? These n***as is sick My b**hes is thick My pockets is fat My name is legit Like Meechie I'm slick Like David I'm quick OPM, til its over After that it ain't sh** [Hook] Lyrically, I'm untouchable Yeah, I'm with your ho 10 toes, blunted In a 600 Benz Yeah, y'all n***as don't want it Yeah, yeah, yeah, y'all n***as don't want it [Krondon] Mr. 7-11 f** Frank Drebin The phony police Not the homie Kevin Just rolled a 7 Black chevy revvin' Yeah, I'm riding dirty Weed and my weapon n***as mad cause I'm goin where they ho heading Slumped on the block not learning your lesson My prefession Stay finessing Fresher than them other rappers Look how they dressing Sent your girly to store and rolled another one For a big bag of ice and some bubble gum She calling me a n***a cause she wanted one And you softer than a hundred pack of honey buns Black Benz, black K, hundred drums (Damn, honey buns?) Yeah, n***a honey buns [Hook] Lyrically, I'm untouchable Yeah, I'm with your ho 10 toes, blunted In a 600 Benz Yeah, y'all n***as don't want it Yeah, yeah, yeah, y'all n***as don't want it