Chorus
Ridin' round smoking weed wit my foreign b****
Ridin' round smoking weed wit my foreign b****
My window down, I'm riding to my new s*** (wish that was me)
Got my new b****, got my, got my new b**** (this dude a G!)
I don't camp off wit no j's they sell them hoes for free (What the f*** that mean?)
Never payin' for no p****, f*** them hoes for free
That's a f****** bawlaa
How can I become a bawlaa?
Verse 1:
Mirror mirror on the wall
How can d***y learn to ball
I wish I was T.I.P. and I could spit some s*** with southern drawls
I wish I could flip a brick and spit that s*** like Ricky Ross
Holla at broads, at the mall
Spit about a mufucken' b**** up in 'da whip
And getting lit up in the backseat
Talkin' s*** about a dinner wit an athlete
f*** that, can't rap like the rest of these mufuckas
Without all my writtens being fact free
Do y'all know how bad I wish I could
But y'all would laugh if I spit hood
So now ya man is making jams about some random
s***, when dudes is rappin' bout they f*****' weaponry
Homicidal tendencies
The only dough that I can boast about is seeded sesame
I'm jealous B
Cuz errbody in the game get to say they kill
Errbody in the game get to say steal
Errbody in the game sayin' words like trill
Really wish that I could make that hit
Fake that s***
Without coming off all gay n' s***
Cuz if I coulda rapped like Wayne
Then I'd prolly be sayin' a lot of the crazy s*** like
I'mma kill you p**** a** b****** wit the chopper
Now make that p**** pop off...and this s*** would sound proper
Chorus
Ridin' round smoking weed wit my foreign b****
Ridin' round smoking weed wit my foreign b****
Ma window down, I'm riding to my new s*** (wish dat was me)
Got my new b****, got my, got my new b**** (this dude a g!)
Ion camp off wit no j's they sell them hoes for free (what the f*** that mean?)
Never payin' for no p****, f*** them hoes for free
That's a f****** bawlaa
How can I become a bawlaa?
Verse 2 -
Here we go
Here's a flow
Bout some s*** I really know
I'mma spit it raw and swag it up as if I'm really cold
Ma cheerios is honey nut
Gear at most a hunned bucks
P.S. I Love You is on the TV, d***y tearin' up
Go up to the bathroom, I have to
Ma dentist say I gotta make an effort now it's time to floss
Holla at my dog, and I call the mufucka to me and
Get a leash and take him out to walk
Roll around the ave
I put his s*** up in a bag
And then a whip pull up, the windows down, this b**** look out and asking
How she get back on the high way
Told dat b**** to drive straight
And take a left on honeycut
But stay up in the right lane
Cuz it come up kinda quick
You see what the f*** I'm sayin
Other people get to rap about like
Home cooked crack, and like jail n s***
And I gotta spit a lotta s*** about a m****f***in
Kid up in a crib that's got the central air
It's not fair
No one cares
Real talk I just wanna braid my hair
And rap about whatever bruh
Money hoes Et cetera
Instead of bein' clever every measure but I'm never gonna be
Chorus
Ridin' round smoking weed wit my foreign b****
Ridin' round smoking weed wit my foreign b****
My window down, I'm riding to my new s*** (Wish dat was me)
Got my new b****, got my, got my new b**** (This dude a G!)
Ion't camp off wit no j's they sell them hoes for free (What the f*** that mean?)
Never payin' for no p****, f*** them hoes for free
That's a f****** bawlaa
How can I become a bawlaa?
Ridin' round smoking weed wit my foreign b****
Ridin' round smoking weed wit my foreign b****
My window down, I'm riding to my new s*** (wish that was me)
Got my new b****, got my, got my new b**** (this dude a G!)
I don't camp off wit no j's they sell them hoes for free (What the f*** that mean?)
Never payin' for no p****, f*** them hoes for free
That's a f****** bawlaa
How can I become a bawlaa?
Verse 1:
Mirror mirror on the wall
How can d***y learn to ball
I wish I was T.I.P. and I could spit some s*** with southern drawls
I wish I could flip a brick and spit that s*** like Ricky Ross
Holla at broads, at the mall
Spit about a mufucken' b**** up in 'da whip
And getting lit up in the backseat
Talkin' s*** about a dinner wit an athlete
f*** that, can't rap like the rest of these mufuckas
Without all my writtens being fact free
Do y'all know how bad I wish I could
But y'all would laugh if I spit hood
So now ya man is making jams about some random
s***, when dudes is rappin' bout they f*****' weaponry
Homicidal tendencies
The only dough that I can boast about is seeded sesame
I'm jealous B
Cuz errbody in the game get to say they kill
Errbody in the game get to say steal
Errbody in the game sayin' words like trill
Really wish that I could make that hit
Fake that s***
Without coming off all gay n' s***
Cuz if I coulda rapped like Wayne
Then I'd prolly be sayin' a lot of the crazy s*** like
I'mma kill you p**** a** b****** wit the chopper
Now make that p**** pop off...and this s*** would sound proper
Chorus
Ridin' round smoking weed wit my foreign b****
Ridin' round smoking weed wit my foreign b****
Ma window down, I'm riding to my new s*** (wish dat was me)
Got my new b****, got my, got my new b**** (this dude a g!)
Ion camp off wit no j's they sell them hoes for free (what the f*** that mean?)
Never payin' for no p****, f*** them hoes for free
That's a f****** bawlaa
How can I become a bawlaa?
Verse 2 -
Here we go
Here's a flow
Bout some s*** I really know
I'mma spit it raw and swag it up as if I'm really cold
Ma cheerios is honey nut
Gear at most a hunned bucks
P.S. I Love You is on the TV, d***y tearin' up
Go up to the bathroom, I have to
Ma dentist say I gotta make an effort now it's time to floss
Holla at my dog, and I call the mufucka to me and
Get a leash and take him out to walk
Roll around the ave
I put his s*** up in a bag
And then a whip pull up, the windows down, this b**** look out and asking
How she get back on the high way
Told dat b**** to drive straight
And take a left on honeycut
But stay up in the right lane
Cuz it come up kinda quick
You see what the f*** I'm sayin
Other people get to rap about like
Home cooked crack, and like jail n s***
And I gotta spit a lotta s*** about a m****f***in
Kid up in a crib that's got the central air
It's not fair
No one cares
Real talk I just wanna braid my hair
And rap about whatever bruh
Money hoes Et cetera
Instead of bein' clever every measure but I'm never gonna be
Chorus
Ridin' round smoking weed wit my foreign b****
Ridin' round smoking weed wit my foreign b****
My window down, I'm riding to my new s*** (Wish dat was me)
Got my new b****, got my, got my new b**** (This dude a G!)
Ion't camp off wit no j's they sell them hoes for free (What the f*** that mean?)
Never payin' for no p****, f*** them hoes for free
That's a f****** bawlaa
How can I become a bawlaa?