Yea Bitch

Yeah you prolly got access to a strap
But it ain't yours
It's your big brothers
I had to cut some n***** off
Cause they was d*** suckers
White or black I ain't gone
Judge you by your skin color
A big chopper and it pack a punch
I call it kick stomper

B****, hey, they don't hear me though
I had to break up wit my ex
She was a silly h**
She call my phone I hit decline
And text I'm busy h**
Hey, what you doing
Going to see a man about a billy goat

Every n**** think they the toughest
Until you got to show them
You pull a strap out on a n****
Now you got to blow them
He was your boy back in the day
But now you got to ho him
When it's some snakes up in that grass
You know you got to mow them,
B****

Like bad breath I got some s*** to talk
If she don't suck me in the whip
I bet the B**** a walk
And if she call her n****
Like future I bet this stick a talk
She ain't turn me on
So I left her in the past
And now I'm getting off

Now why all of a sudden you acting
Like you don't know me
Knowing damn well, in the hotel
You sucked up me and Brodie
Different hotels, but I won't tell
Cause she ain't met real before me
And she spotted me at coney
Damn I wish she would've told me

B****, your mans p****
I think he transgender
He gotta bad temper, like boneless chicken
That Wo, man tender
He be with his sisters
I can tell he sissy by his hand gestures
He think he with it
I bet he fold under bad pressure,
B****

Yeah Yeah Yeah B****
Yeah Yeah Yeah B****
Yeah Yeah Yeah B****
Yeah Yeah Yeah B**** Yeah

She told me turn off the lights
She hate me staring
When she suck me off
B**** seen the gator on my feet
Thought I was in Lacoste
Hell no these Mauri's little baby
Brung back the sauce
Three fifty at the minimum
The max the rent of a loft

Yeah b**** you wanna cash in with the bank
Go deposit you a body
Show me you can catch some rank
Never mind f*** that
Can't trust a n**** that ain't bank
If them crackers come and get him
He might let the ship sank

N**** turn L D,
They don't know how to think
I gotta do it then f*** it
In them bushes I'm a plank
You hear that Rat tat tat tat ta
Would've thought I spoke of foreign lang
Yeah b**** it ain't a game
I'm scoring like Calvin came, B****

I know some n*****
They gone yell about that paper
Cut your head off for them gators
Spin the block about that baby
Young n**** came from the trenches
Now n**** all up on stages
These b***** they want to f*** me
They thinking that I done made it

I ain't make it, I just hoped in my bag
Cause n***** hating
F*** a n***** we stay strapped up
N**** ain't talking navy
Want a feature from the B*** B***
N**** you gotta pay it
Ham a n**** out that cheese
Tell a n**** it's bacon

When it's time to go war
You n**** go on vacation
We hitting these n***** blocks
You n***** can't even claim it
We running from all the cops
Them b***** say that we dangerous
We posted up in the spot
With crack and all the bangers

Yeah Yeah Yeah B****
Yeah Yeah Yeah B****
Yeah Yeah Yeah B****
Yeah Yeah Yeah B**** Yeah