How Can I Become a Bawlaa lyrics

[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 b*tch
Ridin' round smoking weed with my foreign b*tch
My window down, I'm riding to my new sh*t (Wish that was me...)
Got my new b*tch, got my, got my new b*tch (This dude a G..!)
I don't camp off wit no J's, they sell them hoes for free (What the f*ck that mean?)
Never payin' for no pus*y, f*ck them hoes for free
That's a f*cking bawlaa
How can I become a bawlaa?

[Verse 1]
Mirror mirror on the wall
How can di*ky learn to ball?
I wish I was T.I.P. and I could spit some sh*t with southern drawls
I wish I could flip a brick and spit that sh*t like Ricky Ross
Holla at broads, at the mall
Spit about a muhf*ckin' b*tch up in 'da whip
And getting lit up in the backseat
Talking sh*t about a dinner with an athlete
f*ck that, can't rap like the rest of these muhf*ckers
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 sh*t
When dudes is rappin' bout they f*cking 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 sh*t
Without coming off all gay and sh*t
Cuz if I could've rapped like Wayne
Then I'd prolly be saying a lot of the crazy sh*t, like
"I'mma kill you pus*y ass b*tches with the chopper!
Now make that pus*y pop off!"
And this sh*t would sound proper
[Chorus]
Ridin' round smoking weed with my foreign b*tch
Ridin' round smoking weed with my foreign b*tch
My window down, I'm riding to my new sh*t (Wish that was me...)
Got my new b*tch, got my, got my new b*tch (This dude a G!)
I don't camp off wit no J's they sell them hoes for free (What the f*ck that mean?)
Never payin' for no pus*y, f*ck them hoes for free
That's a f*cking 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 sh*t 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, di*ky 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 muhf*cker to me, and
Get a leash and take him out to walk
Roll around the ave, I put his sh*t up in a bag
And then a whip pull up, the windows down, this b*tch look out and asking how she get back on the highway
Told that b*tch 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 f*ck I'm saying? Other people get to rap about, like
Home cooked crack, and, like, jail and sh*t
And I gotta spit a lotta sh*t about a motherf*cking 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 b*tch
Ridin' round smoking weed wit my foreign b*tch
My window down, I'm riding to my new sh*t (Wish that was me...)
Got my new b*tch, got my, got my new b*tch (This dude a G!)
Ion't camp off wit no j's they sell them hoes for free (What the f*ck that mean?)
Never payin' for no pus*y, f*ck them hoes for free
That's a f*cking bawlaa
How can I become a bawlaa?

[Outro]
"Yeah, like, it ain't fair
Like, Kanye says sh*t like "Have you ever had sex with a pharaoh? I put the pus*y 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 sh*t 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... f*ck"