B.A.P.s.

I'm not tryna' talk down on no man But ain't no man gon' keep talkin' down And thinkin' that a woman's is the worst F*ck that Now shake that ass girl Get them mass sales girl  This not a man's world  Chicks gettin' cash girl  This is a brash world We independent Pick our own cast girl Time tickin' in the hourglass girl F*ck yo' past girl We livin' in a fast world  Cultures clash girl And we black like B.A.P.s. girl  Black like Black like Bla-bla-black like B.A.P.s. girl I did that on my own You say I'm a bitch Well this bitch gonna ascend to the throne You gon' say my name like that rapper Mike Jones Grip it, cop it, get that profit All black prophets, convert to Muhammad F*ck Davy Crockett This not no shit for the market U.S. caucus, propaganda, silent lies like Miranda rights F*ck yo commander Pink bandana, for the culture, Santana Dirty Diana, collecting coupons Groupie servicing Groupon Everybody pushin' trap Yo shit sound like an act Mine is a clap-back like Mortal Kombat I'm bizarre 'cause I'm from fucking Mars I go rogue like I'm Darth Vader (I'm so sorry) It's a cop around the corner, beep beep (Beep beep) 'Cause there's a spot around the corner selling treats (Selling treats) And a stoner and a loner in a Jeep (In a Jeep) And there's a mob around the corner rolling deep (Rolling deep) But I will not comply with these freaks (Fucking freaks) I know a lie that supply these streets Do you f*ck with mine (now shake that ass girl) Do you f*ck with mine (get them mass sales girl) Do you f*ck with mine (this not a man's world) Yeah, do you f*ck with mine (chicks gettin' cash girl) Bitch I write my verses That mean I fucking deserve it A philosopher told me That when people lack depth They are above the surface So I sink below the surface Whoah, that's deep Whoah, what a feat You're not my rival First we need a revival Cain missed that scripture in the Bible Nigga I'm able Can't sit at my table With them rap sheets full of fables Pretentious pretenders living in la-la land That's how you make that fender bender Boys say bitches is friendly 'cause they want that money (F*ck that) Girls say niggas is friendly 'cause they want that monkey (F*ck that) Reclamation of B.A.P.s. say f*ck that We gon' get this money I'm not no puppy Not fuckin' 'round with these yuppies That's yucky F*ck boy mundane like Monday B.A.P.s. take her civil rights Like she come from Montgomery Unhinging chains, not fuckin' with chains Coming to Kentucky Like that boy Buc-ee's That boy got some buck teeth Country boy he so hungry You can keep on worshipin' that monkey But she say she only come for Sundays (I'm so sorry) It's a cop around the corner, beep beep (Beep beep) 'Cause there's a spot around the corner selling treats (Selling treats) And a stoner and a loner in a Jeep (In a Jeep) And there's a mob around the corner rolling deep (Rolling deep) But I will not comply with these freaks (Fucking freaks) I know a lie that supply these streets Do you f*ck with mine (now shake that ass girl) Do you f*ck with mine (get them mass sales girl) Do you f*ck with mine (this not a man's world) Yeah, do you f*ck with mine (chicks gettin' cash girl) Time tickin' in the hourglass girl Cultures clash girl And we black like B.A.P.s. girl Livin' in a fast world F*ck yo past girl And we black like Black like Bla-bla-black like B.A.P.s. girl