Honestly - YG
YG fo' hundred! But you already know.
Stop tryna act like you don't b_tch, you we're just at my house last night, the f_ck?
Actin like you don't know who I am and sh_t.
Ay Mustard man I swear to god I just wanna talk sh_t on this beat man, I swear man, it's all I wanna do bro! Mustard on the beat hoe!
[Verse 1:]
It's west side fo' fingers
Hoes feenin' I don't want em
We got weed, bring sw bereishers hoe
Break em down and roll em hoe
Say I write like poet hoe
You ain't even knowin
That I just just be flowin
I like weed 'cause we be flowin
F_ck n_gga you ain't on it
Yo b_tch wanna f_ck shutup
B_tch I got the burner
Slap that b_tch like Ike Turner
N_gga don't trip, you ain't with that
I specialize in click clack
So you better beat that
N_gga just spit
I'm the man of my city
Run that b_tch like P. Diddy
Always got some goons
Always always got some goons with me
Like a bad b_tch with ass,
like a bad b_tch with titties
Yup I like that, you like that?
Well just hit me on my Ichat.
I'm a bullcat so big I stay high but I'm bull doe
Smokin on a big red, eatin a bowl of bereal
With my n_gga Mustard' So catch up
You n_ggas weak.
On yo girlfriend face,
That's where my n_ggas be
[Hook:]
I'll eat it from the back
I'll eat it from the front
I'll eat it from the back
I'll eat it from the front
I'll eat it from the back
I'll eat it from the front
'Cause I swear I don't give a f_ck
Do you want it from the back
Or you want it from the front
Do you want it from the back
Or you want it from the front
Do you want it from the back
Or you want it from the front
'Cause I swear I don't give a f_ck Ayy
[Verse 2:]
All day I'm in the studio trappin
Sometimes I sit back and think,
"what the f_ck I'm doin rappin?"
Till my simple n_ggas was braggin
Sometimes I sit back and think
"Why all these b_tches ratchet?"
I'm the captain of my team
I'm the boss, you're a hoe
Yo b_tch chill with me for the night
(That's if I show)
If I hit it she gon' snitch and let the whole world know
"N_gga say he f_cked my b_tch!"
So what? You is broke!
You a mmm You a b_tch!
Then the homie beat yo ass
Yeah the homie said he ran up on you and socked yo ass
N_gga I'm the f_ckin realist
Only fake n_ggas hate.
The homies be drug dealin
Hope they never catch a case.
I rep Pusha Inc. the label
Count money like mathematics
In a room with some weed
And b_tches who acrobatic
Buddha room
What it roo
Sh_t I'm chillin with some b_tches
When they come to me like Jet Li
These b_tches wanna kick it!
[Hook]
Yeah, n_ggas should already know what it is, Pusha Inc the label.
Connected to money and b_tches like cable all day 24/7 no sleep n_gga, we up, all night, muhf_cka.
B_tch better learn some. B_tch come over my house you better bring weed and burn some n_gga.
Some real pimp sh_t goin on, west side fo' fingas BIETCH act like ya know!
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