YG - Honestly lyrics

YG fo' hundred! But you already know. Stop tryna act like you don't b**h, you we're just at my house last night, the f**? Actin like you don't know who I am and sh**. Ay Mustard man I swear to god I just wanna talk sh** on this beat man, I swear man, it's all I wanna do bro! Mustard on the beat hoe! [Verse 1:] It's west side fo' fingers Hoes feenin' I don't want em We got weed, bring sw bereishers hoe Break em down and roll em hoe Say I write like poet hoe You ain't even knowin That I just just be flowin I like weed 'cause we be flowin f** n***a you ain't on it Yo b**h wanna f** shutup b**h I got the burner Slap that b**h like Ike Turner n***a don't trip, you ain't with that I specialize in click clack So you better beat that n***a just spit I'm the man of my city Run that b**h like P. Diddy Always got some goons Always always got some goons with me Like a bad b**h with a**, like a bad b**h with titties Yup I like that, you like that? Well just hit me on my Ichat. I'm a bullcat so big I stay high but I'm bull doe Smokin on a big red, eatin a bowl of bereal With my n***a Mustard' So catch up You n***as weak. On yo girlfriend face, That's where my n***as be [Hook:] I'll eat it from the back I'll eat it from the front I'll eat it from the back I'll eat it from the front I'll eat it from the back I'll eat it from the front 'Cause I swear I don't give a f** Do you want it from the back Or you want it from the front Do you want it from the back Or you want it from the front Do you want it from the back Or you want it from the front 'Cause I swear I don't give a f** Ayy [Verse 2:] All day I'm in the studio trappin Sometimes I sit back and think, "what the f** I'm doin rappin?" Till my simple n***as was braggin Sometimes I sit back and think "Why all these b**hes ratchet?" I'm the captain of my team I'm the boss, you're a hoe Yo b**h chill with me for the night (That's if I show) If I hit it she gon' snitch and let the whole world know "n***a say he f**ed my b**h!" So what? You is broke! You a mmm You a b**h! Then the homie beat yo a** Yeah the homie said he ran up on you and socked yo a** n***a I'm the f**in realist Only fake n***as hate. The homies be drug dealin Hope they never catch a case. I rep Pusha Inc. the label Count money like mathematics In a room with some weed And b**hes who acrobatic Buddha room What it roo sh** I'm chillin with some b**hes When they come to me like Jet Li These b**hes wanna kick it! [Hook] Yeah, n***as should already know what it is, Pusha Inc the label. Connected to money and b**hes like cable all day 24/7 no sleep n***a, we up, all night, muhf**a. b**h better learn some. b**h come over my house you better bring weed and burn some n***a. Some real pimp sh** goin on, west side fo' fingas BIETCH act like ya know!