Lyrics: KAMAARA KAMAARA
Music: KAMAARA KAMAARA
[Intro]
The American People are tired of women
Yeah, aye
Aye, yeah yeah
What?
Yeah, what?
Okay (okay okay okay)
Yeah yeah (Pop)
What? (Yeah)
Yeah, what?
[Hook]
In my bag, hoe
Pull up like an asshole
Give no ****s
Actin’ up like my ass show
Baby imma let down
Boy ya' life's a shit-show
Baby when I come 'round
Open up your damn throat
Cock it and squeeze it
Blow him to pieces
Smoke from the barrel
Got my ass sneezin'
Think I have sinkened
Speak for the weekend
Committing treason, dead by the weekend
[Verse]
Smokin' all that mid and shit while scratchin' on yo' syphilis
****in' on yo' mama just to show that I mean business, bitch
Situation limitless, when there's no ****in' witnesses
So tie 'em up and beat 'em down and break a couple ligaments
Sorry for my ways flick the blade, like a psycho
Fifteen more percent to call for help up on yo' iPhone
Give me fifteen minutes with yo' bitch, now she is my hoe
I can spare your life and save you time, but this ain't GEICO
[Verse 2]
Stuck in a trance ****ing, my mind is exhausted
I strive for deposits but bitches keep flocking
Between you and I, we got nothing in common
My head full of pain that no perky can stop it
Twisting and pulling her hair while I bop it
I feel like Iran when I'm totting the rocket
Look at my pockets, this money ain't stoppin'
I see it, I want it, little bitch, know I got it
[Hook]
In my bag, hoe
Pull up like an asshole
Give no ****s
Actin’ up like my ass show
Baby imma let down
Boy ya' life's a shit-show
Baby when I come 'round
Open up your damn throat
Cock it and squeeze it
Blow him to pieces
Smoke from the barrel
Got my ass sneezin'
Think I have sinkened
Speak for the weekend
Committing treason, dead by the weekend