sh*t Yea lyrics

[Intro]
Yessss
Ayy
It's ya boy, Lil B
Berkeley stand up, yeah

[Verse]
BasedGod, blowin' 90 blunts
I'm on my own sh*t now, I ain't gotta front
Young Boss spit, Wolf Pack crack
And she put her tongue out, I'ma hit that
Split that, on a mission, mission to f*ck her (f*ck her)
And I'm anxious, anxious to f*ck her (f*ck her)
Now, lights out right now
Get that boombox, I'm finna pull the mic out
DJ Idol
b*tch, yeah, sh*t, yeah, you're here, sh*t, yeah
18, wrist, yeah, spitter, wrist, yeah
b*tches love me, I'm very hot
I make her bend her knees, she gon' never stop
Ask Young Bull, ask uncle
And I do this, yes I'm full
No dumb bulls, just based boys
With a busty chick, and she gon' like the boy
Brrrangdang, I'm insane
I took your b*tch, she love my game
All day, she love my game
360, I switched games, PS3, no wrist game
But you know it, this mane
All air, distance, flying persistence
[Outro]
You feel it?
Man it's your boy, Lil B, man
You know how we do it, man
It's epic, man
I'm a Berkeley boy, based boy, mane
Bay Area, you feel me?
Stand up
Brrrang-da-dang-dang
Yeah
Get outta here, man
You know how we do
You feel me, this is epic
Yeah