[Verse 1: Robert Louis]
f** yeah, pardon my swear
But if you want you can put the finger in the air
We don't care anymore we're coming down some
Coming from the middle like Malcolm Bryan Cranston
Who want what? elevated standards
We want that new blue, ucla crew
Take ‘em all to school, and tell ‘em all the rules
I guess a nickname is Bob, yeah I got the tools
About to build something you can't tell me nothing
I'm going out in public, all the women love it
Thats f**ing right, that includes your mother
Started to working out so I can get the nuts kissed
Someone you can f** with, I ain't trying to judge sh**
I'm trying to come back home, new grown ya know
Mixtape dropped, so they blew up my telephone
[Hook: Robert Louis]
f** yeah, f** no, f** you
f** that attitude, got a small world view
And f** you trying to tell me what to do, f** fake new
Everybody's bias in the news
f** that, f** what, f** who
f** you, if you want to hate too
What can I do? I don't need to do sh**
Pardon the French but I'm not to be f**ed with
[Verse 2: Robert Louis]
Its that simple, I don't have a dimple
But I'm cute as f**, go nasty over instrumentals
My Vocab come in handy, you need to understand me
Imma give birth to new so f** a plan B
Uh-uh, I like her cheeks like Sandy
I split both pairs with my dick
This that real nasty sh** not for family
This for old kids, and b**hes trying to gold dig
They like to grab my shovel then they stick it in the hole
Grab me by the pole and then she come down slow
French kissing me followed by that inhale
They were all dissing me and now they want to treat me well
Ain't it funny. What the f** you want from me?
I stayed in Cali cuz I like it when its sunny
On a roll like French I bake when bored
Starting rapping on the bench but I want awards
UGH!
[Hook]