WASABI lyrics

(Bounce x 2)

All the b*tches, Just pull your motha' f*ckin' shirt down
I just wanna' see some titties, Ya know what I'm sayin
Yeah
Left Brain, on the beat
Shout out to my n*gga Juicy cuh'

[Verse 1: Hodgy Beats]
We been buzzin', been buzzin' uhh. (yeah)
n*ggas claim they OG (Wolf Gang!)
We still young and still humble uhh
Don't make me go back to the old me (brrooop)
I hold heat, breed cold feet, n*ggas deceased
I figured that treat, trickin' like a religion (b*tch!)
Livin' without a wisdom, eternal forbidden in prison unforgiven (These mu'f*ckas say, that I ain't livin!)
I'm ridin' on the motha' f*ckin' pavement
Bout' to get sued, I ain't worried about a buck a payment
I'm layin' flow like concrete, writing on a cement
I ain't in high school no more, n*gga stuck in pre-tenth
f*ck English, check my french Yo Háblame gato
Boxin' with my vato, bendin' rims in LA pot holes
Hollywood, livin' jolly good, I got a Ed Hardy wood
Chip free as a b*tch that harded college, she get it started
I'ma' turn her out, this college broads in office
I treat her like my assistant, hit her from long distance
b*tch any track, Higashi Miyagi spazz on
If you copped the sh*t then why you wear it with the tag on?
You n*ggas surf, I swag on, like I'm the last song
b*tch I hit the hash bong, smoke till it's cash gone
I got the talent, n*ggas wish to write this
My eyes pink like conjunctivitis, I spit gingivitis
b*tches self invite themselves, in to my crib, cause' I'm the upper shelf
Tell my counselor that I need some help, as long as I'm rockin' my championship belt
[Verse2: Juicy J]
Ferrari California, Smokin' California
Pipes of that activist will put you in a coma
I'm countin' on my riches, I'm on a trippy mission
Get high, get cash, f*ck them ratchet b*tches
I'm tossin' all the groupies, I feed them b*tches roofies
I'm so turned up with my n*ggas and my eses'
Pocket full of money n*gga, I'ma' bet it all
All these hoes beggin' for it I'm gon' let them all
Take em' on a trip, let em' see the life
Never caught a feelin' but I f*ck her like my wife
Smokin' on a beach, feet all in the sand
Hit a couple of booty clubs, throw a couple grand
Roll the f*ck my peep hole, pockets full of C notes
On my way to Vegas, f*ck up the casino
Sippin' on some sizzurp, hold the f*ck my shizzirt
You n*ggas goin' broke but you see Juicy J is getting richer

[Verse3: Hodgy Beats]
In here with some model b*tches, n*gga take a picture
I pimp her like a swisher, I face the one hitter
I drink the drank I'm drunken, now I'm tryna' function
I put my shades on like f*ck ya' assumptions
I'm smokin' on the baseline, cause I don't play gods
AK, knives on bay watch, I can make your day stop
I bring the whole band and the floats like we parade lives
I pulled the plug and tossed the sh*t, then the grenade pops
Like Tom stebato, saphire and henny and the yegar n*gga
I'm on the baseline, cause' I'm a team player n*gga
Listen to the baseline, and it'll see you later n*gga
In ya' nightmares, you better f*ckin' bring your prayers with ya'
Kill a b*tch on any track, rewind it let it throw it back
It's cold as jack frost on this b*tch, blizzard flow
All you hoes you get lost in this b*tch
You better watch your words, and the way you floss in this...(b*tch)