Lil B lyrics

[Produced by Trackmasters]

[Verse 1]
b*tch mob, b*tch, what it do
I make ya b*tch f*ck me
Real street n*gga, so I prolly wouldn't trust me
Stay with the Glock wit the nine or the musket
I'm the Based God, so your b*tch wanna f*ck me
Bad coke deal, so we call this sh*t husky
Lookin' for a Lassie
Infrared dotted shotgun lookin' classy
Red dots on the boy, like a game
Shoutout to b*tch stone, I'mma make Twitter
I got dope and stones, I got business stones
Pretty rich, rockstar I'm Rolling Stones
I got rows of stones
I'm rollin' holmes
Pop somethin' so quick that'll close your dome
Pop somethin' so quick that'll expose your dome
Come out, f*ck this b*tch, and raid your home
This is my time, I'mma f*ckin' shine
n*ggas out west with the vicious grind
f*ck the boss, n*gga, the b*tch is mine
Won't break her back, the b*tch is mine
Watch your b*tch, fine
The b*tch won't survive
I'mma f*ckin', like 'em wet and slidin', you feel me?
Credit card and slide 'em
Don't make me pull out the receipts if I'm lyin'
I need a Mexicana Latina mami
I need a gangster b*tch with a body
You feel me, that likes to start the party
Pop a couple pills and I see you in the morning
[Outro]
Little B, Little B you are the sh*t I'm talkin'
Little B, Little B, Little B you are the sh*t I'm talkin'
Little B, Little B, Little B you are the sh*t I'm sayin'
Little B, Little B, Little B won't you please come f*ck with me