Like the letter after your ass failed, bitch, we G'ed up
Talkin' about me a cover-up, they tryna be us
Candy paint was bubblegum, but I spit pollaseeds
Bitch, I'm from the West Coast, you know it's fuck your policy
Baby, I ain't politicking, I seen a lot of things
Floodin' the section, as I look 'round, I see a lot of fees
Braggin' 'bout his weapon, lil' nigga, we got a lot of these
Four-five Desert Eagle, ah, tuck that bitch in Lotto jeans
Fuck you mean? Game of laser tag, we brought a lot of beams
Fuck you mean? Good girls goin' bad, I see 'em switchin' teams
Fuck you mean? I don't get no peace, so fuck the birds and bees
Yellin' in my face make me just wanna hear a chopper scream, ah
Fuck it, let it breathe
That's the repercussions for niggas that's tryna turn on me
Opposite of bleak, turnt up through the roof just like a leak
Rainin' down on bitches, tryna see who gon' grow my papa seeds
Like the letter after your ass failed, bitch, we G'ed up
Talkin' about me a cover-up, they tryna be us
Candy paint was bubblegum, but I spit pollaseeds
Bitch, I'm from the West Coast, you know it's fuck your policy
Baby, I ain't politicking, I seen a lot of things
Floodin' the section, as I look 'round, I see a lot of fees
Braggin' 'bout his weapon, lil' nigga, we got a lot of these
Four-five Desert Eagle, ah, tuck that bitch in Lotto jeans
You mad
You can't get a bag
She throwin' all that ass
So I buy her a bag
So she can put in work
Off of two cups of that D'USSÉ, at 2 we gettin' stupid
She keep grabbin' at my dick, sayin', "Daddy, show me how you use it"
I'm slidin', she squirtin', I'm slidin', she squirtin'
I just turnt up to the max, after I slap, I hit my dirty (Okay)
Like the letter after your ass failed, bitch, we G'ed up
Talkin' about me a cover-up, they tryna be us
Candy paint was bubblegum, but I spit pollaseeds
Bitch, I'm from the West Coast, you know it's fuck your policy
Baby, I ain't politicking, I seen a lot of things
Floodin' the section, as I look 'round, I see a lot of fees
Braggin' 'bout his weapon, lil' nigga, we got a lot of these
Four-five Desert Eagle, ah, tuck that bitch in Lotto jeans
You mad
You can't get a bag
She throwin' all that ass
So I buy her a bag
So she can put in work
