[Intro]
She wanna know where I'm at, I said b*tch don't act
I stuck my USB cord inside your Mac, relax
She wanna know where I'm at, I said b*tch don't act
I stuck my USB cord inside your Mac, relax
[Verse 1]
Don't be sleeping on youngins
Don't be sleeping on youngins
Don't be sleeping on youngins
Youngins'll run up and get ya
I cut my teeth in the dungeon
Yo help me bust up this swisher
It's like I'm M.C. Escher, you the skull in my eye
But when I see you, I bet you nothing can f*ck up this high
You said my government ma, don't say my government ma
These pus*y n*ggas running background checks on the god
I tell my girl one thing, you a beautiful child
Now if you love me make it rain, ain’t no basura allowed
Might go bullsh*t lames, but don't bullsh*t G's
I need some Gore-Tex Timbs, brains, and a new whip please
[Chorus x2]
Skin to skin, I grip limbs and things
Spread appendages, then get in the wind
I like my honey dark
I like my honey light
I like my honey smart, with no make up
Soft and nice
[Verse 2]
Ha ha, waving steezes, ma
Used to stash crack in your tits, don't lie
Now make me see it, my vernacular rich
Multi, I may be leaning got the spatula flip
Oh ba, my baby grieving
I may be leaving
On the next plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Clacking and squeezing
Backpacking and sweeping
Wrap a package, stash a pack in, a pad in them sneakers
Got the bags and the creases
Bally sneakers with weed
I fashion they fashionistas
Bally b*tches believe
n*ggas do it for the thots
See me, I do it for gwop
Gwalla, whatever you call it, dollar, pursue it a lot
I got the bags and the creases
Bally sneakers with weed
I fashion they fashionistas
Bally b*tches believe
n*ggas do it for the thots
See me, I do it for gwop
Gwalla, whatever you call it, dollar, pursue it-
[Chorus x2]
Skin to skin, I grip limbs and things
Spread appendages, then get in the wind
I like my honey dark
I like my honey light
I like my honey smart, with no make up
Soft and nice
[Verse 3]
Girl, the winner never remembers sh*t
The loser remember every L and develop it
Maneuver the wins, so what the hell I surrender sh*t
'78, the '81, the '77, the '85
With plenty drums and expensive rhythm gettin' me by
Friendly hugs, and pretended kisses giving me hives
(I'm allergic to bullsh*t)
I'm allergic to bullsh*t