GoldLink - f** Being Polite lyrics

[Verse 1] I got beautiful badder b**hes and hoes in area codes And women who stripping naked and want to see me at shows My proper posture so proper my Glock would poppity pop ya Rollin that titticaca, get comfortable in mi casa And if your mama a MILF, I'ma put my dick in your mama Then you call me your papa; then we have baby shower Hit Sam up for that sour, n***a, why you so sour? Get the coochie from California, hoes don't give her flowers That's real sh**, for instance I get get my dick licked Bad b**h with phat a**, with blonde hair extensions f** you I hit licks. I talk bout real sh** Don't sip that lean sh**, we smoke blue dream sh** n***a, I'm so coocoo. Shoot two, THU THU! Pop pop, n***a, boom boom Corn rows and a Bluetooth Living and bouncing that go go Still no love for these hoes, doe Bottle ace and that rose gold Bounce that a** for my kinfolk [Verse 2] Understand who I f**ing be Got a f**ing problem? Don't f** with me I'm gold, yeah, that young n***a who nice Best mothaf**er who be running with da knife AK, n***a, make way or I might Blow, stab, k**, choke, k** hoes Blow hoes, n***a pop, n***a gone Where them ho n***as at now? Where them mother f**ing ho n***as at now? We spit rounds, love my town West side, n***a West side for the pound PCP, we so loud Trippy medicine that we hitting right now And we so cool and I'm so rude f** a** n***as that I used to go to school With, b**h. I don't have to holla at a b**h I'm a real n***a with the sh**s Thots, shots, throw a lot of money in the air And we gonna watch it fall down Sing it one time Throw a lot of money in the air And we gonna watch it fall down Got my n***as. We blood hounds West side, n***a, West side for the P, pound