You no-business, born-insecure, junkyard
Got a bad lil mama, and she always the shits Put a in my pocket, then a hundred on the rims That's my lil bitch, that's, that's my lil That's my lil bitch, that's, that's my lil Put a red dress on her and some gas for the Got a hundred in my pocket and a on the tint That's my lil bitch, that's, that's my lil That's my lil bitch, that's, that's my lil
Campfire, I'm a hot Please, no pictures, I'm a tired Spidey senses tingle when it's fake Dreads swinging like they did to all them shake, nigga, true West Coast 'til I If you want respect, me in my e-y-e I love my like a racist and travel lot of places Free my nigga, Hef, fuck the Oprah for President, resident Dis face when I'm disgraced, the nigga in me catch me at a Whole Foods And if you see that red Mercedes, you know who
Got a bad lil mama, and she with the shits Put a hundred in my pocket, a hundred on the rims That's my lil bitch, that's, my lil bitch my lil bitch, that's, that's my lil bitch Put a red on her and some gas for the trip Got a in my pocket and a couple on the tint my lil bitch, that's, that's my lil bitch That's my lil bitch, that's, that's my lil
Yeah, yeah, campfire, I'm a scary lil red in my blood like Drew Barrymore, nigga And my fit on ET, yo on EBT So when you try to flex, I'm like, "What's yo score, nigga?" Yeah, and word to my granny Since 14, knew the route Randy Everything dandy, gray sweats with the (Nausea, heartburn) Side effects may Yeah, fuck these niggas, the child lock? So many hits, I have my own NOW! comp Pen a album full of all my children No difference from Bop, book 'em in the Hilton
Got a bad lil mama, and she always with the Put a hundred in my pocket, then a on the rims That's my lil bitch, that's, my lil bitch That's my lil bitch, that's, that's my lil Put a red dress on her and some gas for the Got a hundred in my pocket and a couple on the my lil bitch, that's, that's my lil bitch That's my lil bitch, that's, my lil bitch