Ooh, shit

I be on the West wing

Double-parked and hanging out the 5%, five-four

Starting arguments soon as the flight come in

Starting five pull up, she caught with my shooters you know she rides the bench

Whoa, I hope that's not your bitch, common sense come in and stop

She saw me pull out prints, ain't tell me pull out since

My OG pulled out Benz, Young bull ain't pull out since

I let them pull out rent, spent on the whole outfit

But I got mouths to feed, I got mouths to feed

I got the -, I got the -, I got the -

So many things on the table I need to relax (my **** eating enough)

So many shooters in that booth be boomin' on tracks (but not when we're linking up)

Uber on E, Gas Lamp Zone, in The Mall Deep, half them broke

Freak that came across the map bent over, cream my name 'til her accent gone

I got it in right, riot incite when I'm in sight

Been tight, got the pen striped before the pin stripes

Don't get in your feelings when you hear me yelling fuck you

It's not an insult, it's an invite

Call your bluff, shawty puff, random **** love to call me "Bruh"

LA women love the way I talk, I just think these bitches talk too much

I'm 30 thousand up (God damn) heard we're popping now her shirt keep popping up

30 bodies in, they out of it hit, 30 counties they have been wilding since

Compressed complexion on complexes

And got a compilation list of more accomplishments

If double X-L don't get me on their scholar list

Columbine, **** get their column bent

Ask Lil Debbie where the downers went

Couple stuffed in plain bags on the low though

Smuggled smuts from Tecate on the road

That could suck a fucking name tag off of Joe Blow (what shit)

Stuff the rubber pack, bust another lap, bust a nut and nap

Hustled up from packs, shuffled up to tracks, fuck it run it back

Could she saw me pull out prints, ain't tell me pull out since

My OG pulled out Benz, Young bull ain't pull out since

I let them pull out rent, spent on the whole outfit

But I got mouths to feed, I got mouths to feed, shut the fuck up

I came up, trapping drugs and tools front your public school

The game done changed, I have been a humble dude, I just don't fuck with you

Rush that 'cause that hit the club in boost, they're like my running shoes

Cut the lines 'cause cut it that's dumb confused, like who the fuck are you on BLANCO?

Take a picture 'fore them **** rob you for your phone and wallet in a hot zone

Froze account and while my mom convinced that I'm enrolled in college

I got colleges bumping, balances jumping, thousands of dollars in Cali on nothing

Model chick ripping my clothes to pieces, bio still say she's my stylists or something

I don't even fucking ask no more

Buncha bitches out the Oddysey tryna see

Which one to claim when they're asking bull

And which one I'ma claim on my tax report

Hella pool to pick, I have been mailing you the brick

Tell 'em every verse dope, you can smell it through the zip

Playing felon with the talents, ain't available for shit

What the tenement and internet ain't tell 'em who it is

I'm the future baby, deuce a raised me

They don't make 'em like they used to baby

Clumsy than them dudes she used to dating

Drop her dumb ass at the blue street station

Oops Se Daisy

Two-tree balling, two seats off with two-three yawning

Groupies who don't usually party

Changed her mind as soon she saw me

Pull out prints, ain't tell me pull out since

My OG pulled out Benz, Young bull ain't pull out since

I let them pull out rent, spent on the whole outfit

But I got mouths to feed, I got mouths to feed, I got mouths to feed

Pull out prints, Young bull ain't tell me pull out since

I tell you pull outfit, 'em tell me pull outfit fit

I let them pull out rent, spent on the whole outfit

But I got mouths to feed, I got mouths to feed, I got mouths to feed