Yea Bitch (feat. Yea Yea Man)

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 dick 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 ho She call my phone I hit decline And text I'm busy ho Hey, what you doing Going to see a man about a billy goat Every n**** think they da 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 pussy 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