[Intro] "Hey, what's going on man, it's your boy LD And I'm a pretty big rap fan, and I'm noticing that every other rapper get to say whatever they want So, I just wanted to make a song where I could, like, act like I was the man Like "Mercy," but my friend Dean said I couldn't And, he a hundred percent right If I tried to say anything cool, I would just sound, like... gay You know what kind of disadvantage that puts me at, where I just can't say anything cool? Like, literally, the only thing I could think of was to bring a black dude in for the chorus, so shout out Corey Gunz"
[Hook] Ridin' round smoking weed with my foreign bitch Ridin' round smoking weed with my foreign bitch My window down, I'm riding to my new shit (Wish that was me...) Got my new bitch, got my, got my new bitch (This dude a G..!) I don't camp off wit no J's, they sell them hoes for free (What the fuck that mean?) Never payin' for no pussy, fuck them hoes for free That's a fucking bawlaa How can I become a bawlaa?
[Verse 1] Mirror mirror on the wall How can Dicky learn to ball? I wish I was T.I.P. and I could spit some shit with southern drawls I wish I could flip a brick and spit that shit like Ricky Ross Holla at broads, at the mall Spit about a muhfuckin' bitch up in 'da whip And getting lit up in the backseat Talking shit about a dinner with an athlete Fuck that, can't rap like the rest of these muhfuckers Without all my writtens being fact free Do y'all know how bad I wish I could? But y'all would laugh if I spit hood So now your man is making jams about some random shit When dudes is rappin' bout they fucking weaponry Homicidal tendencies The only dough that I can boast about is seeded sesame I'm jealous, B Cause everybody in the game get to say they kill Everybody in the game get to say they steal Everybody in the game sayin' words like "trill" Really wish that I could make that hit, fake that shit Without coming off all gay and shit Cuz if I could've rapped like Wayne Then I'd prolly be saying a lot of the crazy shit, like "I'mma kill you pussy ass bitches with the chopper! Now make that pussy pop off!" And this shit would sound proper
[Chorus] Ridin' round smoking weed with my foreign bitch Ridin' round smoking weed with my foreign bitch My window down, I'm riding to my new shit (Wish that was me...) Got my new bitch, got my, got my new bitch (This dude a G!) I don't camp off wit no J's they sell them hoes for free (What the fuck that mean?) Never payin' for no pussy, fuck them hoes for free That's a fucking bawlaa How can I become a bawlaa? (I just wish I could say black things, straight up)
[Verse 2 ] Here we go, here's a flow Bout some shit I really know I'mma spit it raw and swag it up as if I'm really cold My cheerios is honey nut Gear at most a hundred bucks P.S. I Love You is on the TV, Dicky tearin' up Go up to the bathroom, I have to My dentist say I gotta make an effort, now it's time to floss Holler at my dog, and I call the muhfucker to me, and Get a leash and take him out to walk Roll around the ave, I put his shit up in a bag And then a whip pull up, the windows down, this bitch look out and asking how she get back on the highway Told that bitch to drive straight And take a left on Honeycut But stay up in the right lane Cause it come up kinda quick You see what the fuck I'm saying? Other people get to rap about, like Home cooked crack, and, like, jail and shit And I gotta spit a lotta shit about a motherfucking kid up in a crib that's got the central air It's not fair, no one cares Real talk, I just wanna braid my hair And rap about whatever, bruh Money, hoes, etcetera Instead of being clever every measure but I'm never gonna be...
[Hook] Ridin' round smoking weed wit my foreign bitch Ridin' round smoking weed wit my foreign bitch My window down, I'm riding to my new shit (Wish that was me...) Got my new bitch, got my, got my new bitch (This dude a G!) Ion't camp off wit no j's they sell them hoes for free (What the fuck that mean?) Never payin' for no pussy, fuck them hoes for free That's a fucking bawlaa How can I become a bawlaa?
[Outro] "Yeah, like, it ain't fair Like, Kanye says shit like "Have you ever had sex with a pharaoh? I put the pussy in a sarcophagus." And nobody remotely questions that, they just respect his swag more Rick Ross say his "car smell like blue cheese." If I said my shit smell like blue cheese, people would just think Like, I was eating wings in my car, and, like, making a mess, like a goddamn mess... So... fuck"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
