Honey Buns

[Intro] Let em know we live my nigga say something (Aye!) You know what I'm saying Check this shit out though New OPM, all money in type shit Uh, this might be too expensive for y'all little niggas Check this out though [Verse 1: Dom Kennedy] I'm tryna ball like Jalen Rose Go gold Buy a crazy Rolls Crazy hoes, eye contact and baby chose I didn't tell her who I was Nigga, baby knows Yeah it say Versace, but to me it's just a navy roll She wanna rip the tag on it I got dressed, threw on an OPM shirt with my dad on it Then I hit Crenshaw Then I ran into Kim Aww shit! I might as well call her up and see what's happening "Do you got a man?" She said, "Why you asking?" You really don't care You niggas is scandalous Cause I'm from Los Angeles I know how to handle shit Don't rap for no panelist I might mack to a Spanish chick And come to think of it you're a terrible analyst To think that niggas wasn't finna get this money I might pass your girl a joint Tell her hit this for me And today's forecast say "Bitch, it's sunny" And never hate the west side Nigga we gets money Yeah, that's whassup Cause that's the truth I got four cars And all of of 'em coupes Two of 'em black One of 'em blue One of 'em white What's up with some soup? These niggas is sick My bitches is thick My pockets is fat My name is legit Like Meechie I'm slick Like David I'm quick OPM, til its over After that it ain't shit [Chorus] Lyrically, I'm untouchable Yeah, I'm with your ho 10 toes, blunted In a 600 Benz Yeah, y'all niggas don't want it Yeah, yeah, yeah, y'all niggas don't want it [Verse 2: Krondon] Mr. 7-11 Fuck Frank Drebin The phony police Not the homie Kevin Just rolled a 7 Black chevy revvin' Yeah, I'm riding dirty Weed and my weapon Niggas mad cause I'm goin where they ho heading Slumped on the block not learning your lesson My prefession Stay finessing Fresher than them other rappers Look how they dressing Sent your girly to store and rolled another one For a big bag of ice and some bubble gum She calling me a nigga cause she wanted one And you softer than a hundred pack of honey buns Black Benz, black K, hundred drums (Damn, honey buns?) Yeah, nigga honey buns [Chorus] Lyrically, I'm untouchable Yeah, I'm with your ho 10 toes, blunted In a 600 Benz Yeah, y'all niggas don't want it Yeah, yeah, yeah, y'all niggas don't want it