Uh, yeah
Motherfuckin’ beam shit, ya heard, man? Yeah
I’m a dog out here, for real, man (Yeah)
Fuck around like me, ya know? Word
You know some of my clothes new, some vintage
How you supposed to be gettin’ money but you in bed?
Bitches supposed to look at me but she tempted
I ain’t no lil’ nigga, now they call me Big Wiz
I’m the one to lay the card down and lift his
I’m the one that’s getting love from all the bitches
I’m the one who light the trees up like Christmas
Get your camera out, you might not wanna miss this
Got my money up and everybody witness
Twenty-twenty form, standing on business
She don’t want a good guy, she want a misfit
She wanna cover this dick with her lipstick
She wanna put a nigga on her close friends list
Say she wanna fuck a nigga from the Midwest
If she got a fat ass, that’s my interest
If I ain’t got no weed left, then I been left—
Left, do it; right, do it
Straight to the bag, get right to it
Whole pound a day, run right through it
Fuck me right now, said she might do it
Left, do it; right, do it
Straight to the bag, get right to it
Whole pound a day, run right through it
Fuck me right now, said she might do it
