Ooh, ooh
(And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube)
Grrah
She actin' naughty, she want me to spank it (ah)
Bad lil' bitch, not basic
Give you my time, you better not waste it
We catch a opp, no waitin', like (like what?)
We just gon' up in broad day, shit (we just gon' up in broad day)
Feelin' like Wick 'cause the way that I aim it, like
Ain't no where you can go when them bullets start rainin' (ah)
No I ain't mad, that ain't my ho, like (that ain't my ho)
He think he it, but he not though (he not though)
She let me hit in a Tahoe (let me hit in a Tahoe)
Made eighty packs off a iPhone (uh-huh)
Fuckin' her good, so she keep callin' my phone (uh-huh)
Totin' this knocker, I can't stop for police
Heard he a shooter, I heard he was police (I heard he was what?)
I heard that he slidin', he bang for his homies
I heard he got knocked and start blamin' his homies (like what?)
He claim that thot, but he ain't the only (he ain't the only)
Droppin' the Y, and that shouldn't be on me (be on me)
She get off the Migo then ride like a pony (like a pony)
EBK in the cut and he dangerous (uh-huh)
She act bad with the jatty, she know how to shake it (and she know how to-)
I act bad with the beam on the ratty, I don't gotta chase it (uh)
Put the beam on the bag, then flame it (grrah-grrah, boom)
Ask around town, you know I ain't basic (you know I ain't basic)
If I give you some time, I just hope you don't waste it (I just hope you don't waste it)
Baby girl come here, come here, let me taste it (come here, let me taste it)
Ever catch you cheatin', I'ma up and flame it (I'ma up and flame it)
Ayy, she actin' gangster, she want me to slap her, ayy
Street nigga not like a rapper
I'on't be cappin' but bitch I'ma Kappa
She want to know what my life like
I need her with me, I just might nap her
Can see she be livin' the night life
Tell her hop on a Finsta I just might add her
Tell the lil' ho she don't know me though
And she think she it but she not though
Real fans look at me like Pac though
Still gangbang like I'm Roc though (on Roc)
Need a bitch act like my mama
Shout out to my pops though (shout out to my pops though)
Asian bitch love Benihana, but shout out to my Vatos
In L.A. I'm ridin' Lambs, in the 'Raq I'm duckin' potholes (skrrt)
Swervo ain't got none but tens, I can't be seen with popped hoes (ayy, ayy)
.40 Glocks, four nicks, I pop those
Watch a nigga cook slow like pot-roast (fuck)
You go and get what I got though
Why you hatin', suckin' dick on my post? (Pussy)
Ho actin' naughty she want me to spank it
Bad lil' bitch not basic
I give you my time, you better not waste it
If you jealous you just gotta face
Gotta be happy I'm mad rich, from the block I ain't never had shit
And I used to stressed that's past tense
Like Roddy, court side with a bad bitch
She actin' naughty, she want me to spank it (ah)
Bad lil' bitch, not basic
Give you my time, you better not waste it
We catch a opp, no waitin', like (no waitin', like)
We just gon' up in broad day, shit (we just gon' up in broad day)
Feelin' like Wick 'cause the way that I aim it, like
Ain't no where you can go when them bullets start rainin'
No I ain't mad, that ain't my ho, like (uh-huh)
He think he it, but he not though (but he not though)
She let me hit in a Tahoe (she let me hit in a-)
Made eighty packs off a iPhone (made any packs off a iPhone)
Fuckin' her good, so she keep callin' my phone (like what?)
Totin' this knocker, I can't stop for police
Heard he a shooter, I heard he was police (I heard he was-)
She actin' naughty, she want me to spank it
Bad lil' bitch, not basic
Give you my time, you better not waste it
Writer(s): Cashmere Small, Fred Wesley, Hachidai Nakamura, Herbert R. Wright, James Brown, John Starks, Linda Creed, Qwayshawn Cannon, Rokusuke Ei, Thom Bell
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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