JG Trigga - Photobomb lyrics

[Intro] Bro, did you see that capa chick, Heather tonight? Yeah dude I think I wanna smash, she was all over me She totally wants it, I mean how could she not? I basically have an 8 pack But I don't know I'm pretty sure she's hooked up with that D-bag, Miles, last weekend And I heard he has like crabs or something but then again she's DTF So whatever man, don't judge me Just grab some field, play ball I just want a shot, I didn't clear my mind Maybe play some VP or flip cup, girls like that sh** Wait, dude, isn't that Heather right there, taking a selfie with Flo Rida? Dude, photobomb! [Verse 1: JG Trigga] Photobomb b**hes Instagrams I wanna be a fool, just pint of gram Remedy in my head Clear me, dear me, get out of my head Couple shots in the building right here Tonight taking selfies right here End of my rear, go kiss it right there I'm living it tonight, get off of my hair I don't give a damn bout your opinion Wanna get all of my people singing Ace it high, all the b**hes looking basic IPhone, Android tell them where's the place is Cooking them pans, pink salmon Don't need to rent a car, got that Alamo Warner Brothers, warn a brother, they calling you Better hide your bread, they after you [Interlude] Dude, last night was so epic, true story I put a Viagra in Kevin's beer and he got a raging bo*er And then Amber walk up to him and couldn't stop laughing It was literally the greatest moment in my life You missed it dude, it was pure magic I thing he went home and cry that night? What a p**y I bet his mom should wipe his a**, he's such a tool Wherever man, I'm over it, let's go text him I just wanna get wasted, and me need get into puum Wow, look at that milf over there, taking a selfie Wait.. isn't that your mom? Hahah! Photobomb! [Verse 2: Flo Rida] Take a picture with the snap for the night shut Bright make it bump, make it drop Till I made this with the sock in a spot, but they tell them don't stop Put the miles on the clock, don't ever put a n***a on top of the guap Hit me in the rock, coming out the block You don't wanna pop Pop in a week but it's pop in the lock Gotta blow in trees, try to get up from no guap Selfie, wealthy, healthy, help me, help you, help me stop with that Polaroid Chelsea, Kelsey, Shelby, Melby, girl you always come from the Polaroid Miss Flashy wanna patch me, from that part of the front to the back seat Miss Freaky, Miss Nasty. You know she probably like 21st Jump Street