L.B.A. - You Know It's US lyrics

LBA b**h and you know its us You smell like sh** And you know you're sus Drive-by With a rainbow bus Breaking bad b**h yeah i'm f**in' Gus We about to cook b**h wash your hands My name is couch I got the most fans Banana clips I'll make you sh** your pants *BLAT BLAT* I'mma shoot a cat b**h s** my sack I'm a white guy But my dick is black I'm smoking crack Eric's a b**h, and that's a fact [Verse 2: LORD] GOING CRAZY , I'M POSTAL POPTARTS IN MY POCKET I'LL TOAST YA' LBA ni**aS, WE'RE THE MURDEROUS HOUNDS I'M ON THE THRONE b*tch WITH THE DIAMOND CROWNS I'm out the window b**h Screaming f** you I tell elementary school kids to sniff glue And you know what? LBA be the crew And I look like shaggy from f**ing Scooby Doo [Verse 3: DJ RAGU] We don't f** b**hes, We just f** pretty women Trying to snort some coke, Like it's our mission Some people say I am what I eat Then you should call me p**y Because I eat Jess Foley's mom like it's a beat Souring up to the sky, with these Tabs I just shoved up my a** They are hitting me really quickly like when i fill up my car with some gas Pop a molly I'm sweating Some people say I'm straight flexin' They call me a regular Waka Flocka Because it's just the sh** That I'm reppin' Equipping my AK47 with a silencer, so I can rob a bank And I'm gonna' make that cash, so I can buy that dank My n***a Harrison, on that Battlefield 4 I'm gonna' make that ni**a, drop to the floor *BRAT BRAT BRAT BRAT* Gotta look for the cat So I can play with p**y and lick the fat Your b**h is all over my dick Because I got the greatest in all 7 seas Some people I'm a philosopher I call myself a regular Socrates Because when i hit that weed, I'm coming up with the greatest sh** I'm trynna' to take a sh** all over your kitchen table You better let me f** your mom over the dreidel She better be Jewish because I love lockas I'm about to follow my dreams with a bottle of vodka Checkers is what i'm reppin' while im rolling through the intersection You better not catch me when I equip the Smith and Weston Pop a molly I'm sweatin' I got your b**hes p**y straight flexin' Dick so big, send your b**h to heaven Then I blew up her house like 9-11 *BRAT BRAT BRAT* Oh sh** someone just stole my hat ! Now i'm mad, shooting all these n***as in the back I just raped your baby's mother And your motha f**in' cat Her a** was so fat so I raped her on the wrestling mat I f**ed that b**h, now she has herpies That's what she gets for s**in' my dick like a blueberry slurpee You know it's us, makin' that beat wack We poppin' that p**y, gonna make you rub our sack P.s eric an infidel I'm gonna chop off his little Tinkerbells Makeout with his mom under the mistletoe She's gonna' s** on my big fat toe OH !