Verse 1

Ayo my homies hold me down yeah they hold me down

Dinner wit my man in town yeah we shut it down

I had to call my homie ari he was fuckin round

Wit them bitches then he said they wanna fuck me now

I get around just kidding i done threw in the towel

My baby girl she get aroused when i’m talking foul

I get along with my exes i never talk to (bleep)

She cheated on me back in high school bet she love me now

But lemme chill man i love it when my music bump

Cuz i talk about.. whatever the fuck i want

And i be. whoever i wanna be

And wit my music guarantee u cannot fuck wit me

These homies sleeping on me now they gon wake up soon

Got a hunnit fuckin bitches in the make-up room

Listenin to duzzo dave they sayin man he nice

Long as bitches like my shit i’ll get my cake up soon

Play the tune and let me get this off my chest i be starin at bitches breasts and taylor be chillen right next to me

Then she get upset wit me

What would nietzsche say about that shit he got the best of me

Taylor like man fuck nietzsche don’t do that while u next to me

I’m chillen got the recipe cooking lickin my fingers

I’m only fuckin wit bitches if they models or they singers

Just kidding i done threw in the towel

Unless she got a nice smile

Chorus

Ayo i needa find manners

All my homies feelin famished

I’m rockin camoflauge bandanas

We tryna eat we out here we famished

They talking shit don’t understand us

I told him u don’t got no manners

Don’t fuck wit me or wit my fam-a

We tryna eat we out here famished

Verse 2

Ayo my homies hold me down yeah they hold me down

Dinner wit my man in town yeah we shut it down

I had to call my homie ari he was fuckin round

Wit them bitches then he said they wanna fuck me now

Don’t like collaboratin wit people they let me down

I almost called a girl for sex but then i turned around

I gotta focus on my shit i done threw in the towel

And when i fuck my girl i break it bad she calling sal

Don’t do that now ayo i love it when i’m in control

I cannot touch the rim but i can do a finger roll

Pass the mic to my homies that’s called a give and go

Ball is a metaphor for life but i don’t keep the score

I just keep goin yo my family like my flowin i dim the lights when i spit bro

So i can really feel the beat in my body and shit bro

People get me mad i’ma catch a homi and shit bro

Fuck a fight i’ll use a gun cuz i don’t even lift bro

Smoke em like a swisha

Fuck his older sister

Middle finger to the cops yo tell my girl i miss her

Idk how to behave in a public environment i keep shit to myself until later that night i’m cryin

Damn

All i got is me and my fam

We tryna eat but we don’t got nobody feeding us fam

That’s why we changed our perspectives and we now take it

Disregard my morals fuck that shit i need the cake

Chorus

Ayo my homies hold me down yeah they hold me down

Dinner wit my man in town yeah we shut it down

I had to call my homie ari he was fuckin round

Wit them bitches then he said they wanna fuck me now

I do this shit like for my town hope they like my sound

Even if they don’t then fuck it they gon come around

Fuck a 9-5 i’d rather much be selling pounds

Duzzo david from tha 203 he underground