(Ginseng) Summrs you're so full of yourself Yeah, yeah (Yeah) Pull up in that coupe girl I pull up in that Phantom Sippin' on that dirty baby sippin' on that Fanta I'm not loyal baby I'm a hoe just like I'm Santa I be coolin' baby I'm a just run my bands up All my bitches bad, yeah you know they some dancers He don't want no smoke, he don't want no fucking cancer Finna call your phone, baby could you please answer In L.A. coolin' with my feet up Smoking gas, smoking on this reefer Baby girl, you know I'm a chiefer I need a Spanish mami, seniorita Don't call my phone 'bout a hoe cause I don't know All these niggas lames, all these niggas is some bozos If I need your shit, I might kick a fucking door though Pull up with them guns something like G.I. Joe though Fuck twelve fuck the feds nigga fuck the po-po Shawty brain got my head spinnin' like a yo-yo Tryna get a verse for free, nigga I'm like hell no If I get locked baby I swear I won't tell, no Pull up in that coupe girl I pull up in that Phantom Sippin' on that dirty baby sippin' on that Fanta I'm not loyal baby I'm a hoe just like I'm Santa I be coolin' baby I'm a just run my bands up All my bitches bad yeah you know they some dancers He don't want no smoke, he don't want no fucking cancer Finna call your phone baby could you please answer