You know, tryna do my De La Soul
She's been wearing tight clothes,
so I can recognize her yokes
but she's been goosing all my folks
to get to him, to get to me
But I've got 20 -20 vision,
You say, hey, if I want Dre,
I must first get in the circle
I heard he likes them halfway dykes,
them backwood blunts with purple
said let's keep this on the under
Scrolled through his fuckin' phone
But the number A was faulty,
that's when you called up Kilo
said keep this on the D -low
Not knowing what was going on,
Kilo called me from your phone
Now it's on, ain't you wrong
You won't leave me the hell alone,
Will you, bitch, leave me alone?
Come on, bitch, leave me alone
Well check it out, it goes like this
I hold my mic tight like my dick when I piss
I'm in the lab c -c -cookin' up bitch
Got thirty -six bars, one of thirty -six zips
It flips so quick, I'm a witness to this
Tryin' to get this package and shit
I'm not crackin' my whip,
Check my celly, got thirty -six myths
Probably think I'm in a bitch,
dick thighs and some hips
I'm thinkin' highs and some rips
Turnin' up my headphones low,
Callin' Remindy of a nigga on the grind
And the hood rats call him all the time
Tryin' to find if he really out
Now lil' mama tryna just buy my time,