FTP

I'm swangin' around the corner like a nigga tryna get away

But I'm all good, I'm just tryna get to my partner place

Blunts finna be rolled, you should see the grin up on my face

And girls hitting me up, like, "Baby, can we blow today?"

You know I'm told 'em yeah, 'cause they exotic and they rare

And all of them only wear their own damn hair

I'm good in my hood, but it's the jungle like the woods

I'd help you if I could, but I won't 'cause I shouldn't

And all you niggas lame if you still out here shooting

I'd rather throw these hands and beat a bitch nigga stupid

Then ride with my dog to the goddamn mall

But just to get some food, 'cause I don't shop for shit at all

At the most I'll buy some draw's, black or white tee, but that's all (huh?)

Ain't tryna take no calls, bitch, don't bother me at all

And all you niggas lame if you still out here shooting

I'd rather throw these hands and beat a bitch nigga stupid

Yeah ho, yeah ho, yeah bitch we, we the shit

Lollipop ass niggas, y'all just a bunch of licks

Everywhere I go, niggas always tryna' slide some shit

Quarter ounce ass nigga, claim he move a bunch of bricks

Yeah ho, yeah ho, yeah ho, yeah ho

Never understand ho

Always actin' weird ho

Nothing with you weird ho

Probably you're not a weird ho

Nigga, are you weird ho?

I am just a weird ho

It's different from here ho

Never understand ho

I'm swangin' around the corner like a nigga tryna get away

Blunts finna be rolled, you should see the grin up on my face

And girls hitting me up, like-