Bay Area, bitch!
(Verse 1)
From the cuts, but I'm boutta make hella bands
Passport finna get a lotta stamps
Better watch out for my pimp hand
Comin at you with a bat like bam-bam
Four honeys, one night, thats a grand slam
She hella broke yo, she need a webcam
You a fake-ass bitch, like a spray tan
I keep it real cuz I’m reppin the motherfuckin fam
Every girl tryna get a fine man
And that’s kind of exactly what I am
So when it comes to who can please ur bitch
I can and you can’t
Everybody knows bands make her dance
And i’m already hooked at first glance
Can I escape dis booty? Not even a chance
At war wit an ass like clash of clans, DAMN!
But she don’t mean nothin to me, just a fuckin tramp
And one look at me make her panties damp
But I’m so fucked up, I can hardly stand
So imma hit that, dip, and light up another gram
I’m slammin this chick, and she gettin so frantic
Never seen one this big, but i think she can handle it
I’m good with the bitches, you’d think i’m a romantic
But I’m just a player and that’s just semantics
Set fire to the booth when I spit
You can tell from my eyes that I’m lit
My dialect finna get violent
So deadly you can hear the sirens
Purple in a cup and i’m sippin
Better hide the women and children
Took a funny lookin pill and I’m trippin
King Midas up in this buildin bitch!
(Chorus)
Bitches hittin me up on my Gmail
But homie don’t give a fuck bout no females
Yeah, maybe I’ll let em suck on this D, hell
Gettin head in my truck, in BL
(on my gmail, on my gmail, bitches hittin me up on my gmail) 2x
(Verse 2)
Math class got dropped fast
Gonna focus on that pepper jack
Shoot a bitch for cash, like gat-gat
Make a bitch shake her ass like clap-clap
I’ve only scoped about a half a track
But I can already tell your shits whack
And even tho you’re bitch is hella fat
I’mma gonna jizz on her back, fap-fap
We tha wolf-pack, we takin fat snaps
You smokin crack, just like a hood rat
And I rap fast, check my fat stacks
Cross my path and get bitch slapped, shit
Whoopin ass and takin names, like I never have
The bitches up in here got phenomenal racks
But if they gonna roll wit us they make a verbal pact
That I can hit it from the back, that’s an ass tax
Get out the way bitch, I’m comin up fast
Try to fuck wit me and get laughed at
Bet you wish u were me cuz ur comin up last
I’m too damn rad for these sad twacks
On my lawnmower wit a six pack
Got a j and i’m ready to hit that
We in the mountains like holler back
Takes a loc cutthroat to acknowledge that
Your girl and I are gettin hella schlapped
And I think she’s wearing your snapback
But I’m better than you so she’s sucking my dick
Like it’s the only thing she’s good at
Next thing you know I’m in her ass
And she did it. didn’t even have to ask
Yo you better get a hold of this ratchet twat
Cuz right now you’re losing her hard and fast
(Chorus)
Bitches hittin me up on my Gmail
But homie don’t give a fuck bout no females
Yeah, maybe I’ll let em suck on this D, hell
Gettin head in my truck, in BL
(on my gmail, on my gmail, bitches hittin me up on my gmail) 2x
(Verse 1)
From the cuts, but I'm boutta make hella bands
Passport finna get a lotta stamps
Better watch out for my pimp hand
Comin at you with a bat like bam-bam
Four honeys, one night, thats a grand slam
She hella broke yo, she need a webcam
You a fake-ass bitch, like a spray tan
I keep it real cuz I’m reppin the motherfuckin fam
Every girl tryna get a fine man
And that’s kind of exactly what I am
So when it comes to who can please ur bitch
I can and you can’t
Everybody knows bands make her dance
And i’m already hooked at first glance
Can I escape dis booty? Not even a chance
At war wit an ass like clash of clans, DAMN!
But she don’t mean nothin to me, just a fuckin tramp
And one look at me make her panties damp
But I’m so fucked up, I can hardly stand
So imma hit that, dip, and light up another gram
I’m slammin this chick, and she gettin so frantic
Never seen one this big, but i think she can handle it
I’m good with the bitches, you’d think i’m a romantic
But I’m just a player and that’s just semantics
Set fire to the booth when I spit
You can tell from my eyes that I’m lit
My dialect finna get violent
So deadly you can hear the sirens
Purple in a cup and i’m sippin
Better hide the women and children
Took a funny lookin pill and I’m trippin
King Midas up in this buildin bitch!
(Chorus)
Bitches hittin me up on my Gmail
But homie don’t give a fuck bout no females
Yeah, maybe I’ll let em suck on this D, hell
Gettin head in my truck, in BL
(on my gmail, on my gmail, bitches hittin me up on my gmail) 2x
(Verse 2)
Math class got dropped fast
Gonna focus on that pepper jack
Shoot a bitch for cash, like gat-gat
Make a bitch shake her ass like clap-clap
I’ve only scoped about a half a track
But I can already tell your shits whack
And even tho you’re bitch is hella fat
I’mma gonna jizz on her back, fap-fap
We tha wolf-pack, we takin fat snaps
You smokin crack, just like a hood rat
And I rap fast, check my fat stacks
Cross my path and get bitch slapped, shit
Whoopin ass and takin names, like I never have
The bitches up in here got phenomenal racks
But if they gonna roll wit us they make a verbal pact
That I can hit it from the back, that’s an ass tax
Get out the way bitch, I’m comin up fast
Try to fuck wit me and get laughed at
Bet you wish u were me cuz ur comin up last
I’m too damn rad for these sad twacks
On my lawnmower wit a six pack
Got a j and i’m ready to hit that
We in the mountains like holler back
Takes a loc cutthroat to acknowledge that
Your girl and I are gettin hella schlapped
And I think she’s wearing your snapback
But I’m better than you so she’s sucking my dick
Like it’s the only thing she’s good at
Next thing you know I’m in her ass
And she did it. didn’t even have to ask
Yo you better get a hold of this ratchet twat
Cuz right now you’re losing her hard and fast
(Chorus)
Bitches hittin me up on my Gmail
But homie don’t give a fuck bout no females
Yeah, maybe I’ll let em suck on this D, hell
Gettin head in my truck, in BL
(on my gmail, on my gmail, bitches hittin me up on my gmail) 2x
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