Honestly lyrics

by

Rich Boy


YG fo' hundred! But you already know
Stop tryna act like you don't b*tch, you we're just at my house last night, the f*ck?
Actin like you don't know who I am and sh*t
Ay Mustard man I swear to God I just wanna talk sh*t on this beat man, I swear man, it's all I wanna do bro! Mustard on the beat ho!

[Verse 1:]
It's west side fo' fingers
Hoes feenin' I don't want em
We got weed, bring swishers ho
Break em down and roll em ho
Say I write like poet ho
You ain't even knowin
That I just just be flowin
I like weed cause we be flowin
f*ck n*gga you ain't on it
Yo b*tch wanna f*ck shutup
b*tch I got the burner
Slap that b*tch like Ike Turner
n*gga don't trip, you ain't with that
I specialize in click clack
So you better bick back
n*gga just bick it
I'm the man of my city
Run that b*tch like P. Diddy
Always got some goons
Always always got some goons with me
Like a bad b*tch with ass
Like a bad b*tch with titties
Yup I like that, you like that?
Well just hit me on my Ichat
I'm a bool cat so Bick Back stay high but I'm bool doe
Smokin on a Bigarette, eatin a bowl of bereal
With my n*gga Mustard' So catch up
You n*ggas weak
On yo girlfriend face
That's where my n*ggas be
[Hook:]
I'll eat it from the back
I'll eat it from the front
I'll eat it from the back
I'll eat it from the front
I'll eat it from the back
I'll eat it from the front
Cause honestly I don't give a f*ck
Do you want it from the back
Or you want it from the front
Do you want it from the back
Or you want it from the front
Do you want it from the back
Or you want it from the front
Cause honestly I don't give a f*ck Ayy

[Verse 2:]
All day I'm in the studio trappin
Sometimes I sit back and think
"What the f*ck I'm doin rappin? "
To my su-woo n*ggas was brackin
Sometimes I sit back and think
"Why all these b*tches ratchet? "
I'm the captain of my team
I'm the boss, you're a ho
Yo b*tch She with me for the night
(That's if I show)
If I hit it she gon' snitch and let the whole world know
"n*gga say he f*cked my b*tch! "
So what? You is broke!
You a mmm You a b*tch!
Then the homie beat yo ass
Yeah the homie said he ran up on you and socked yo ass
n*gga I'm the f*ckin realist
Only fake n*ggas hate
The homies be drug dealin
Hope they never catch a case
I rep Pusha Inc. the label
Count money like mathematics
In a room with some weed
And b*tches who acrobatic
Buddha room
What it roo
sh*t I'm chillin with some b*tches
When they come to me like Jet Li
These b*tches wanna kick it!
[Hook]

Yeah, n*ggas should already know what it is, Pusha Inc the label
Connected to money and b*tches like cable all day 24/7 no sleep n*gga, we up, all night, muhf*cka
b*tch better learn some. b*tch come over my house you better bring weed and burn some n*gga
Some real pimp sh*t goin on, west side fo' fingas b*tch act like ya know!
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