lyrics
Ay Mustard, I swear to God I’m tired of these fake ass niggas
Smash off in that Porsche like (skrr!)
My niggas smoke kush, no purp
If that puss got a bush I’m like: “no!“
Hairy pussy bitch, you the type that got herps
I’m 6-figure nigga, your account: no digits
Fuck the bitch and bust a nut in 4 minutes
Cause I ain’t got time for pussy
“YG, what’s yo’ type?“ I’m hittin’ all kinds of pussy
You the type that hang with niggas you don’t like
For the fame, that’s a shame, your lifestyle is all hype
I used to drive that all white Bimma
I had to get that Porsche, cause it was cleaner
Now I’m ’bout to throw 4’s on that bitch
I’m in the party stumping, tricking falls on that bitch
And if one fight, then we all fight
Boom, bow, bing, nigga, on sight!
Nigga, I’m a real one
You do whatever for the fame
You make me wanna go click-clack bang
Nigga, I’m a real one
I can’t stand you nig