Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
(Oh) yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
In the hills like I'm Chino
Date a bad bitch from the south, Filipino
I'ma smoke a Backwood that's the size of a burrito
I don't feel like signing to a label, Pocket Veto
Huh, speaking of pockets I been counting bands
When I talk they gon' listen, like an anchorman
Baby, we can fuck but out in public, ain't no holding hands
Who the hell you questioning, do you know who I am?
Get some drugs, mix it up, like I'm Kam
Choppas up, make 'em bust, they gon' blam
He on alert, 'cause he know that I can
I keep this 40 on my hip, he's dumb as fuck to take a chance
Dark road, wrong path, you went the wrong way
Why the hell you tweaking bitch? You know that this the wrong day
I got 20 bitches in the pool, we sippin' Bombay
Me and that bitch never agreed, no wrong day
So overseas and all my money all blue
I'm tripping off a bean, I can't even call you
Try to find a reason, anything to stall you
Wanna fall in love but I don't wanna fall too
Too deep, that's why I keep all your love
Bitches on me, yeah, you just tryna be free
The money and the greed
Should've kept bridging along, that's what I'm about to be
But I stay with my bros, they come up with me
Shit, no first class if they can't come have a seat
If you love me then bro, you come up with me
Do a thousand shows, for the fans to see
Yeah!
In the hills like I'm Chino
Date a bad bitch from the south, Filipino
I'ma smoke a Backwood that's the size of a burrito
I don't feel like signing to a label, Pocket Veto
Huh, speaking of pockets I been counting bands
When I talk they gon' listen, like an anchorman
Baby, we can fuck but out in public, ain't no holding hands
Who the hell you questioning, do you know who I am?
Uh, uh, aye, uh