WTF - Mista Cain, B will

She want a rich hater, what the fuck you mean?

I need that pussy clean, you know what I mean

Girl don’t talk about no Sprite if you ain’t brought no lean

Nigga you scorin' or you rollin', you know what I mean, yadda mean

I like a bitch that likes to toot ass, she gon' let me cut

Catch this here, I want a new bag, hundred thousand up

Dooly truck, look I can’t do bad

And I got a shooter with no brains, nothin' under his durag

Baby draco schoolbags

How you love that?

babe go’n judge that

When you pull up in that Porsche them hoes gon' love that

I got this AR with this drum, you don’t want none of that

Oh you a man, you got a plan, well stand in front of that

We selling hootoo like it’s legal

Cut my uncle off because he crooked and he evil

And he all on Facebook, nigga mixin' up his people (my grannie’s son)

But fuck it, I don’t need him

I’m real clean, bands in my designer jeans

What the fuck you mean, yeah

Ain’t no bodies in my section (what the fuck?)

I can’t get in with that Smith & Wesson (and I can’t get in)

What the fuck you mean you ain’t fuckin', yeah (what the fuck?)

I just blew a hundred bands like it’s nothin' (nothin')

What the fuck you mean?

(what the fuck you mean?)

What the fuck you mean?

(what the fuck you mean?)

What the fuck you mean?

(what the fuck you mean?)

What the fuck you mean?

(what the fuck you mean?)

Drop top Porsche, hit the lights and let’s go to whip

Just put my dick on that lil horse and let her know what’s real

He must’ve thought that I was stuntin', he saw my shoulders kill

Bam-bam-bam-bam-bam, bitch that’s overkill

She say I’m wise, I say baby I be so for real

Who the fuck you sleepin' on?

baby ain’t no sofas here

Kush blunts everywhere, nobody sober here

Who the fuck you think you is, you must not know shit real

I put that bitch on pills, look at my wrist on chill

Put so much ice on Jesus' head, I just might go to hell

Big money over here, get money, smoke, and chill

Nice try, try again, ain’t no stayin' over here

What the fuck you mean, yeah

Ain’t no bodies in my section (what the fuck?)

I can’t get in with that Smith & Wesson (and I can’t get in)

What the fuck you mean you ain’t fuckin', yeah (what the fuck?)

I just blew a hundred bands like it’s nothin' (nothin')

What the fuck you mean?

(what the fuck you mean?)

What the fuck you mean?

(what the fuck you mean?)

What the fuck you mean?

(what the fuck you mean?)

What the fuck you mean?

(what the fuck you mean?)