Honestly

Yg fo' hundred! But you already know.

Stop tryna act like you don't bitch

You we're just at my house last night, the fuck?

Actin like you don't know who I am and shit.

Ay mustard man I swear to God

I just wanna talk shit on this beat man

I swear man, it's all I wanna do bro! Mustard on the beat hoe!

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

Fuck nigga you ain't on it

Yo bitch wanna fuck shutup

Bitch I got the burner

Slap that bitch like ike turner

Nigga don't trip, you ain't with that

I specialize in click clack

So you better beat that

Nigga just spit

I'm the man of my city

Run that bitch like p. Diddy

Always got some goons

Always always got some goons with me

Like a bad bitch with ass,

Like a bad bitch 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 nigga mustard' so catch up

You niggas weak.

On yo girlfriend face,

That's where my niggas be

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 fuck

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 fuck ayy

All day I'm in the studio trappin

Sometimes I sit back and think,

"What the fuck I'm doin rappin?"

Till my simple niggas was braggin

Sometimes I sit back and think

"Why all these bitches ratchet?"

I'm the captain of my team

I'm the boss, you're a hoe

Yo bitch chill with me for the night

(That's if I show)

If I hit it she gon' snitch and let the whole world know

"Nigga say he fucked my bitch!"

So what? You is broke!

You a mmm you a bitch!

Then the homie beat yo ass

Yeah the homie said he ran up on you and socked yo ass

Nigga I'm the fuckin realist

Only fake niggas 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 bitches who acrobatic

Buddha room

What it roo

Shit I'm chillin with some bitches

When they come to me like jet li

These bitches wanna kick it!

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 fuck

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 fuck ayy

Yeah, niggas should already know

What it is, pusha inc the label.

Connected to money and bitches like

Cable all day 24/7 no sleep nigga, we up, all night, muhfucka

Bitch better learn some

Bitch come over my house you

Better bring weed and burn some nigga.

Some real pimp shit goin on

West side fo' fingas bietch act like ya know!