FTP

I'm swangin' around the corner like a nigga tryna get away But I'm all good, I'm just tryna get to my partner place Blunts finna be rolled, you should see the grin up on my face And girls hitting me up, like, "Baby, can we blow today?" You know I'm told 'em yeah, 'cause they exotic and they rare And all of them only wear their own damn hair I'm good in my hood, but it's the jungle like the woods I'd help you if I could, but I won't 'cause I shouldn't And all you niggas lame if you still out here shooting I'd rather throw these hands and beat a bitch nigga stupid Then ride with my dog to the goddamn mall But just to get some food, 'cause I don't shop for shit at all At the most I'll buy some draw's, black or white tee, but that's all (huh?) Ain't tryna take no calls, bitch, don't bother me at all And all you niggas lame if you still out here shooting I'd rather throw these hands and beat a bitch nigga stupid Yeah ho, yeah ho, yeah bitch we, we the shit Lollipop ass niggas, y'all just a bunch of licks Everywhere I go, niggas always tryna' slide some shit Quarter ounce ass nigga, claim he move a bunch of bricks Yeah ho, yeah ho, yeah ho, yeah ho Never understand ho Always actin' weird ho Nothing with you weird ho Probably you're not a weird ho Nigga, are you weird ho? I am just a weird ho It's different from here ho Never understand ho I'm swangin' around the corner like a nigga tryna get away Blunts finna be rolled, you should see the grin up on my face And girls hitting me up, like-