Lyrics
Good
What's up nigga?
If a motherfucker woulda told me years ago
That the game today would be so fucked up
C'mon holla at your boy
That these motherfuckin' niggas would be runnin' 'round here
Actin' more bitchified
Bitch niggas
Wearin' more panty liner
I see these niggas man
Hehehe, dogg it's just crazy as a motherfucker
But you know what, tonight we gon' handle that shit
Ayo speak on these niggas Peedi, c'mon
Yo, ninety five percent of these supposed to be thugs is hoes
With Victoria Secret panties crammed in they asshole
Throwin' up crooked fingers, dick ridin' the West Coast
Them some real soldiers, y'all son bitches bogus
I call it like I call it, think I'm wrong, step forward
And get your mind pushed in a science class bucket
Since you're into tough talkin' now that 50 got on
(Quit fantasizin' 'bout that man life and live young)
You ain't never be hard, your mammy titty fed you too long
Probably still suck it if she pulled it out and showed ya
Tonight we gettin' closure, I'm pointin' out folks
Pullin' niggas' cards, exposin' what you holdin'
I'm sorry if it feels you don't know me no mo'
Just had some shit on my mind and my chest I had to get off
(You can't judge a motherfuckin' book by it's cover)
But I can spot a bitch a mile away, pardon me brother
Oh it's on, get at me, bitch I'm wrong, slap the shit out me
What you want, Drag, c'mon, bring all the bitches
Oh it's on, get at me, bitch I'm wrong, slap the shit out me
What you want, Drag, c'mon, bring all the bitches
Oh it's on, get at me, bitch I'm wrong, slap the shit out me
What you want, Drag, c'mon, bring all the bitches
Oh it's on, get at me, bitch I'm wrong, slap the shit out me
What you want, Drag, get you some, motherfucker
These niggas catchin' feelings, they ain't men, they women
And he gay, 'cause he with 'em and he tryna defend 'em
So I say, we should expose these hoes