#FuckYourBitch - Cam Meekins

I told ‘em I would kill it

They tried to put a hit out

Bitch I’m young livin'

Old folks get out

I somewhere in izair

Up in the smoke clizoud

I get high so much

that pickups are a pizout

I’m on this, I got this

Sittin on some profits

I’m chillin on the beach

Wit Martha Stewart and some sock tips

You last year like crocs

I’m this year like this year

My future lookin bright

so I’d say its crispy clear

I’m so sweet like Krispy Kreme

5 or 6 up in the Beam

Drivin down on 95

Bitch I’m headed to the bean

I got what you hatin' on

Dog I’m what you tryin to be

So keep goin like free throwin

Cuz I’m all up behind the three

I witcha girl up in ya bed

All those line are kinda dead

But it’s true, I’m actually fuckin her

Forget all of those lines were said

I am known to be a king

I was born to be a star

All these people lookin at me

like I’m goin to mow they lawn

Well nigga fuck that, I’m outtie

I’m outtie like an Audi

I’m outtie like an innie

Man I’m outtie out in Maui

Wit some girlies on my nuts

Like Imma rap star or sumtin

And they tryin to take me home

But I’m just tryin make some muffins

Cuz I’m high as fuck

on the river

You the loser

I’m the winner

And my girlie got that ass

Better sticker than a snicker

My life’s blang, your wife changed

In my bed, life change

We fucked all in the football stands

Call that shit a night game

I’m smoking on the light green

It burns down til its white

That good stuff can do that

Dog look it up, cuz I’m right

Got that Colin Powell;

I’m rich bitch

Period I’m kickflippin

Shoelaces, My vans trippin

I’m fallin over, I’m drizzy drunk

Mike Jones, still tippin

I got these kids at my show

smoking weed up in the crowd

Security can’t kick em out

We burn this motherfucker down

We lampin til she turn me off

Get it, lamps?

Turn it off

I treat my girl like luxury

Call that chick a foreign car

I’m sicker than the common cold

Sicker than bein kind old

And Fuck these lil bitches who got one flow

They kinda blow

I got that, I don’t need a hook

Like hand fishin don’t need a hook

English class, I’m in this bitch

Best believe I don’t read a book

I keep my joints stuffed like you never check the mail…

That last line was brail

So stay up out my business

This ain’t show and tell