Random b*tch:
You really think I have umm, anything to offer?
Vince Staples:
Intro:
(Broke muthaf*ckas got money now brah?!?! What the f*ck? Got damn brah we out here, im to turnt up brah, ayee ayeee, got b*tches, got drugs, got b*tches on drugs, the drugs regain the b*tches brah...alright....alright)
Verse 1:
Hold Up, purple rag in some chloroform, so who tryna f*ck?
Bird Gang, two b*tches in my [Honda truck], paint job f*cked up
So I mean it when I say they moving by the bucket anyway
Thats off of subject, only subjects who objectify, them Russian legs sweet, make em' fall into my bed sheets
Todd Heap'esque how you catch STD's from these skeezed out hoes, and high priced clothes
On my toes burn me?? Sawed off 4's, clip c*cked back, BOOM!! And that's all she wrote
Mah n*gga love is like a horror scene, read it on my horoscope
Hunned for a hoarded quote , stabbed in my black slab
Backpack full of Xanax for a nice snack, all my b*tches love me
So they never fight back, n*gga why you drug me??
Yeah my b*tches ask that, that dont me I dont see where they ass at
Jay Curry: Verse 2
Where they ass at? White ones, we cash out, bite them, then hash back, icons?? Bad rep
And im in the jeep, four by fours, four by whores, forty-four, pistol whip for (???) dollars
(Swangin' and bangin' in black Impalas)
Swangin' and changin' and countin' dollars, hoes say yeah, they scream, they holla
Open my wallet..(Stacks on stacks) (???) thats...(Racks on racks)
Twenty's fifty's, trap on trap, beast to beast, back to back
American crack, im servin' that, we swervin' and we bring it back
And I need two, twins Lisa Bonays, and they better be down to play
And the sand of Santropay, or else just bring the other ones, double cup
Double fun, loads of fun, loading guns, I told you son, we showin' up
American girl, with gold fronts, spark joints, roll blunts, Diamonds on her
Body parts, she victim of a cold-front