Wimp

Yuh Where my squad at I just wanna make a song people can dance to Appreciate you Ride on my dick like a longboard, she wanna f*ck me for longer Like Kanye cause im feeling stronger run in the street like im frogger Could care less about all you bloggers, in L.A. I feel like a Dodger Bad bitch might f*ck on your daughter look at what the kid bought her What's in my bag What's in my bag What's in my bag What's in my bag Lou, Berkin got these bitches twerking Got my fucking exes all on my page they be lurkin' I don't understand this was not in the plan If you don't get the sound well you better understand Said Bali in my system like im really fucking off it They don't wanna see a motherfucker all up in his pockets They don't wanna see a nigga write it off like he a prophet I aint stopping I aint ever stopping Why they just be hating I dont really understand it They can take all of these xanax but would still be in a panic I dont really give a damn I do my dance while up in France And if they even had the chance they couldn't do it like I can DAMN I called your girl and she told me you wimp She said that yo dick the size of a shrimp Dressed in all mink and I feel like a pimp You niggas Clyve cause you walk with a limp I can not never just do it I got too much sauce and i prove it They say that its more then the music and I disagree with the way that they use it RIP to my boy Peep RIP to the King X RIP to my boy Mac matter fact you talk shit get hit with the tec Shoot it right past your vest, bullet hole right in yo chest Knew that i was the best since the back of the jacket that told me that I was a Vet What's in my bag What's in my bag What's in my bag What's in my bag