[Intro]

Yeah

Bitch, we G'd up

[Chorus]

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, uh, tuck that bitch in Lotto jeans

[Verse 1]

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 makе me just wanna hear a chopper scrеam

Uh, 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

[Chorus]

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, uh, tuck that bitch in Lotto jeans

[Bridge]

You mad (Yeah)

You can't get a 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

[Verse 2]

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)

[Chorus]

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, uh, tuck that bitch in Lotto jeans

[Outro]

You mad (Yeah)

You can't get a 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