Kinda White (feat. J.cruz, POET, Lil Milk & Phuck Wyatt)

Hey man, I know we're all white, but we should hop on the song Eyo, that don't mean shit I just want 24s Shout out Jamahl, Free N word passes I got big ol' black boobies. Big ol' real nigga To every nigga In this song I'm tired of all the disrespect. I'm pulling up with 8 techs I'm ready to make a fucking bet. I'ma shoot you, you're gonna need a vet I'm gonna treat you like a fucking pet. Ow, ow Hunting you like I'm Boba Fett. Skirting off inside of the Corvette Hey, hey Supreme triple beam, clocking in this cream F*ck on your hoe, I'm sniffing up the blow I'm down for 24s, f*ck Dig Grayson I'm chasing after his bitch ass, it's heart racing. Heart racing. He fucked his bitch and put her in her place then He's coming up with Mac-10s. He's ready to blow your face off And f*ck it, like he's a chainsaw He's a chainsaw, and I got the sawed off shotgun going off And I've got it doing my job, gotta show them and I gotta prove that I am good Even though I didn't grow up out of the hood I know I shouldn't have been through things, no one should And I am hoping for a better future, hope it would And I'm getting better, and I'm making the tether I am bouncing up, I keep myself together Traiton's mom's a big ol' bitch Got her suckin my dick, she be gagging and shit Man he's fucking my mom, ayo what's going on I walked in the bedroom and he had a strap on Her thong was on the floor, oh Sage is a whore He's walking right out the motherfucking door, while she's screaming for more F*ck you While she's screaming for more Chilling with my crackers, we hoppin' in the studio And my niggas black, you know how we do I'm gonna smoke the pack, I'm hitting all the doobies And my niggas hitting all the fucking groupies And now we at the crib, I'm gunna f*ck up on the bitch And then I bust on her lip, yeah And then I hit up the nic, and you can call me a hick Cause after the lick I dip He's running real quick, and he's pulling out a stick He got three bitches pulling on his dick Three shots from his clip, and there it goes dropping Here come all the asses, they're plopping I may be white, but I'm still picking cotton I'm plotting on the dirty bitches from Compton Hoppin' in, my dick flopping in the wind Give it back to Traiton again I'm fucked up on the gin I'm like Osama Bin Laden I am plotting to make all of these asses start dropping I got options, and you know that the party's not stopping And I'm popping, and you know that I am rocking Rocking all this shit, and it's all non-stopping I'll say it, say it again and Honestly, I'm rapping with all of my friends And we doing this shit, and we ain't playing pretend We are serious, and I'm like George, cause I'm curious Honestly, I pull up to the party, cause I'm furious And I'm delirious, going crazy, getting lazy, getting fame You know my name I'm pleasing the ladies while raising the babies Hey, look at the clock It's going tick-tock I'm like Tupac with three clocks all right by my cock And I feel like I just smoked some rock And I'm like Lil Yachty, cause I just took a walk Yeah, I just took a walk I pull up to your block with my motherfucking Glock And your bitch meet my cock And I'm rocking my cocks Damn, I don't even need a sock I punch him in the face In school, he was a jock And then I write it down a jot And all you niggas tighting in nas Now I go surround sound Now I kill a kid who's brown Nigga, you a clown Uhh