Like the letter after your ass failed, bitch, we G'd up Talkin' about me a cover up, they tryna be us Candy paint was bubblegum, but I spit pollaseeds Bitch, I'm from the West Coast, you know it's fuck your policy Baby, I ain't politickin', I seen a lot of things Floodin' the section, as I look 'round, I see a lot of fees Braggin' 'bout this weapon, lil nigga, we got a lot of these Four-five Desert Eagle, ah, Tuck that bitch in Lotto jeans Fuck you mean? Game of laser tag, we brought a lot of beams Fuck you mean? Good girls goin' bad, I see 'em switchin' teams Fuck you mean? I don't get no peace, so fuck the birds and bees Yellin' in my face make me just wanna hear a chopper scream Ah, fuck it, let it breathe That's the repercussions for niggas that's tryna turn on me Opposite of bleak, turnt up through the roof just like a leak Rainin' down on bitches, tryna see who gon' grow my papa seeds Like the letter after your ass failed, bitch, we G'd up Talkin' about me a cover up, they tryna be us Candy paint was bubblegum, but I spit pollaseeds Bitch, I'm from the West Coast, you know it's fuck your policy Baby, I ain't politickin', I seen a lot of things Floodin' the section, as I look 'round, I see a lot of fees Braggin' 'bout this weapon, lil nigga, we got a lot of these Four-five Desert Eagle, ah, Tuck that bitch in Lotto jeans You mad (yeah) You can't get her bag (baow, baow, baow) She throwin' all that ass (yeah, yeah, yeah, baow, baow) So I buy her bag (yeah, yeah) So she can put in work Off of two cups of that D'USSÉ, at two we gettin' stupid She keep grabbin' at my dick, say: Daddy, show me how you use it I slidin', she squirtin', I slidin', she squirtin' I just turnt up to the max, after I slap, I hit my dirty (okay) Like the letter after your ass failed, bitch, we G'd up Talkin' about me a cover up, they tryna be us Candy paint was bubblegum, but I spit pollaseeds Bitch, I'm from the West Coast, you know it's fuck your policy Baby, I ain't politickin', I seen a lot of things Floodin' the section, as I look 'round, I see a lot of fees Braggin' 'bout this weapon, lil nigga, we got a lot of these Four-five Desert Eagle, ah, Tuck that bitch in Lotto jeans You mad (yeah) You can't get her bag (baow, baow, baow) She throwin' all that ass (yeah, yeah, yeah, baow, baow) So I buy her bag (yeah, yeah) So she can put in work