Letras
Yeah
(Say man, them niggas talk all that shit)
(Still crack policy) (still, nigga)
(I don't give a fuck what y'all niggas talkin' 'bout)
Like the letter after your ass failed, bitch, we G'd up
Talkin' about me a cover up, they tryna be us
Candy paint was bubblegum, but I spit pollaseeds
Bitch, I'm from the West Coast, you know it's fuck your policy
Baby, I ain't politickin', I seen a lot of things
Floodin' the section, as I look 'round, I see a lot of fees
Braggin' 'bout this weapon, lil' nigga, we got a lot of these
Four-five Desert Eagle, ah, tuck that bitch in Lotto jeans
Fuck you mean? Game of laser tag, we brought a lot of beams
Fuck you mean? Good girls goin' bad, I see 'em switchin' teams
Fuck you mean? I don't get no peace, so fuck the birds and bees
Yellin' in my face make me just wanna hear a chopper scream
Ah, fuck it, let it breathe
That's the repercussions for niggas that's tryna turn on me
Opposite of bleak, turnt up through the roof just like a leak
Rainin' down on bitches, tryna see who gon' grow my papa seeds
Like the letter after your ass failed, bitch, we G'd up
Talkin' about me a cover up, they tryna be us
Candy paint was bubblegum, but I spit pollaseeds
Bitch, I'm from the West Coast, you know it's fuck your policy
Baby, I ain't politickin', I seen a lot of things
Floodin' the section, as I look 'round, I see a lot of fees
Braggin' 'bout this weapon, lil' nigga, we got a lot of these
Four-five Desert Eagle, ah, tuck that bitch in Lotto jeans
You mad (yeah)
You can't get a bag (baow, baow, baow)
She throwin' all that ass (yeah, yeah, yeah, baow, baow)
So I buy her bag (yeah, yeah)
So she can put in work
Off of two cups of that D'USSÉ, at two we gettin' stupid
She keep grabbin' at my dick, say, "Daddy, show me how you use it"
I slidin', she squirtin', I slidin', she squirtin'
I just turnt up to the max, after I slap, I hit my dirty (okay)
Like the letter after your ass failed, bitch, we G'd up
Talkin' about me a cover up, they tryna be us
Candy paint was bubblegum, but I spit pollaseeds
Bitch, I'm from the West Coast, you know it's fuck your policy
Baby, I ain't politickin', I seen a lot of things
Floodin' the section, as I look 'round, I see a lot of fees
Braggin' 'bout this weapon, lil' nigga, we got a lot of these
Four-five Desert Eagle, ah, tuck that bitch in Lotto jeans
You mad (yeah)
You can't get her bag (baow, baow, baow)
She throwin' all that ass (yeah, yeah, yeah, baow, baow)
So I buy her bag (yeah, yeah)
So she can put in work