Wayne Brady

I told gang if you can touch the hoe
Then hell nah I don't want the bitch
Big bank, I be playing racks nigga, Djokovic
I just got caught up I'm like baby no I don't know the bitch
Pulled up to the spot like
Is Wayne Brady gonna have to choke a bitch
How the fuck we beefin
That boy don't even own a gun
I'm like how the fuck we beefin
That boy see me he gon' run
I'm like how the fuck we beefin
He be lying just for fun
That ain't guap buddy you count ones
Where the fuck yo knot buddy you's a bum
I aint gon lie
She get freaky wit it, she gon use her tongue
I aint gon lie
Yeah you decent wit it, still you aint the one
I aint gon lie
I get hella hoes, I get hella buns
Told his bitch to come over she at the 'partment like which one

Bitch we in the 'partment - 206
Told the hoe that she cant get no pape
So she gon' throw a fit
That boy a scrub
If he drop a song we not promoting it
We at yo door, we gon' kick it down if you don't open it
Why would I hang with fake niggas or fuck a bogus bitch
It ain't shit to crop him like a pic if he don't focus in
I spent a buck, then she gave it up but we ain't spoken since
Bro spent triple digits on that drank, so bring that potion in
So bring that potion out, and we gon' turn it up
I been waiting for too long is it my turn or what
Bro got - in his phone so he gon burn it up
We catch 'em we gon' burn it up
These niggas don't earn enough