Lyrics: Cameron Charles McEachern
Music: Cameron Charles McEachern
Ayy, where the **** witty?
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (Go)
Yuh (Go), yuh (Go), yuh (Go)
Two bands on this stick, I put two hands on your b!tch, yeah
And they by her hips, you move wrong and you get clipped, yeah
B!tch, I'm in my bag, can't no one tell me sh!t, yeah
Don't get why they mad, I got these n!ggas pissed, yeah
Feed your hoe some d!ck, that's some sh!t she can't resist
N!gga mad I took his hoe, and then he got back with that b!tch
**** 'round give your hoe a baby, let you raise the kid
I know everybody hates me, but I don't give two sh!ts, on God
This sh!t can get tragic
If he run up, on God, then I'm blasting (Yeah, yeah)
Havะต his family turn him to ashes
Broke n!gga, you sleep on a mattress (Yะตah, yeah)
T-rex, all my money Jurassic (Oh)
But you won't get a band from my pocket (Band from my pocket)
I said, "Damn it," I blew another band, I need to stop it (Damn, I need to stop it)
I can't work no 9-5, so this my only option (This my only option)
Way too many sons, I had to put one for adoption (Put one for adoption)
She see all this money on me, she don't see that often (She don't see that often)
Way this money buy your b!tch, you would've thought she had a auction (Thought she had a auction)
She wanna hang with a G (Okay)
I put that boy on a Tee (A Tee)
Who the **** you wanna be?
Had a vision and it came to me
All these b!tches so lame to me
Leave your block up in Va-va-va-(vacancy)
Broke her heart and now she hating me
Living fantasies like make believe
This sh!t can get tragic
If he run up, on God then I'm blasting
Have his family turn him to ashes (Oh)
Broke n!gga, you sleep on a mattress
T-rex, all my money Jurassic (Oh)
But you won't get a band from my pocket (Band from my pocket)
I said, "Damn it," I blew another band, I need to stop it (Damn, I need to stop it)
Yeah, yeah (Where the **** witty?)
I done told you a million times before
You had it coming, I don't get what you keep crying for
I tried to trust you, it turns out you a lying hoe
She ask me what's the point, she dumb if think I would know
I know we parting ways but really I don't like to go
I showed you everything that, really, I don't like to show
I'm sure you'll do well, I bet you'll go and find a hoe
This don't feel right, you know
This don't feel right, you know (Right, you know, right, you know, right, you know)