What?
Come check the bitch, she bad, but I'm still gon' * that hoe
Come check the bitch, she bad, but I'm still gon' * that hoe
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
That's how, that's how feelin' fine
Wild out, wild out
Fuckin' wild out
She got her heart, she like, yeah
She spread out, yeah
She just wanna pull up, yeah
Fuckin' come out
Jump out, got like, yeah
In the bed, my
Mr. B with Supriya
Spotted on me too
Fuckin' me, be with a B, yeah
I'm fuckin' to eat her
She tell me like, yeah, yeah
I kiss her, yeah
I can't even see her
They stealin' the swag
I don't even know how to deal with it
But I got me a bag
So I just go ahead and deal with it
I keep with the stick, got me
Yeah, it got me, yeah, it got me, yeah
I got a kill switch
Treat my n***a like a banana
I let it in the whole family
My chick gon' fight as *
So that n***a be kill *
And I'll be far as *
I'm in Woodland Hills, bitch
Yo, I'm keepin' by my fuckin' cousin, bitch
And your ass n***a, he callin' me
But me and my swine, we too lean
She drinkin' my kid like a condiment
Yeah, yeah, my n***a, I'm callin' me
She suckin', she fuckin', she ride on it
She suckin', she fuckin', she ride on it
Cops on the beat, she bad, I'm still gon' * that hoe
Cops on the beat, she bad, I'm still gon' * that hoe
Cops on the beat, she bad, I'm still gon' * that hoe
Cops on the beat, she bad, I'm still gon' * that hoe
Cops on the beat, she bad, I'm still gon' * that hoe
Whoa
Whoa
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
I'm still in front of you, I'm still in front of you
I'm sick, I'm still in front of you