Bikini Bottom

[Intro: Lefty Gunplay] I got asthma, fool My asthma's all bad, man (damn james!) No, no, no, do it, do it, that's enough, bro, look (Dolla $ign, Dolla $ign) Oh, shit, that's my inhaler right there On the set And we been patiently waitin' to blow Yeah, look Catch me sniffin' on keys, blow my shit back Yeah, what? On the gang I'm the one who gave that lame-ass fool a shit bag Yeah, on the gang Where you from? Where you hang at? Yeah, Sub-Zero mode (DJ VIP) Yeah, on the gang, 44 [Chorus: Lefty Gunplay] And have you ever been in county jail and heard yourself on the radio? Ever been embarrassed you grew up livin' in mobile homes? I grew up in poverty, in and out of them group homes Bad-ass kid, I hung around with a bad bunch I remember packin' a bag of weed in my sack lunch Better back up 'cause in my neighborhood, said I'm strapped up Act up, call your boyfriend down before we slap cuffs I was paranoid in the pit when I had to stab 'em [Verse 2: Lefty Gunplay] Malcolm in the Middle, I'ma kill 'em with the passion I'm always in the middle when the G ride when I'm blastin' Pretty boy-ass fool with a pistol and a bad bitch Crack a bitch on IG and break her heart with a passion Saint Laurent white tee, Chuck Taylors, I'm saggin' Said that I'm her favorite rapper, how the fuck that happen? It's Thug Life, threw a 9 in Bikini Bottom Every once in a while, I try to be a better father And if you wanna be my bitch, I'll buy you red bottoms And if this shit hit the fan and I go back to the bottom Is you gon' be there for me, girl, and help me fix my problems? And if you ever see me in the hood, there ain't no squabblin' Thirty-one flavors in that thing like if I'm Baskin-Robbins I keep thirty rounds in the clip and keep one in the noggin (Sub-Zero mode, on the gang) [Chorus: Lefty Gunplay & RJmrLA] And have you ever been in county jail and heard yourself on the radio? Ever been embarrassed you grew up livin' in mobile homes? I grew up in poverty, in and out of them group homes Bad-ass kid, I hung around with a bad bunch I remember packin' a bag of weed in my sack lunch Better back up 'cause in my neighborhood, said I'm strapped up Act up, call your boyfriend down before we slap cuffs (RJ) I was paranoid in the pit when I had to stab 'em [Verse 3: RJmrLA] Ayy, niggas auditionin' for a sentence or a death wish (Uh) I just bought Tina some titties and a new necklace (Frrt) Business is business, I'm scratchin' Travis off the checklist (Yeah) Newport money, I love the smoke, we can set-trip Bet it all (Bet it all), plug a breeder, got the best dog (Woo) I like to rally up my eater like it's pep talk Brett Favre, I can quarterback the guards You ever been in the county and heard your song on collect calls, nigga? (Hello?) You ain't as hard as you say you is, nigga Shoot the cars that the baby's in, nigga (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) I know Charisma, I know Wavy, nigga (Uh-huh) I know Lefty Gunplay without aimin', nigga, RJ [Chorus: Lefty Gunplay] And have you ever been in county jail and heard yourself on the radio? Ever been embarrassed you grew up livin' in mobile homes? I grew up in poverty, in and out of them group homes Bad-ass kid, I hung around with a bad bunch I remember packin' a bag of weed in my sack lunch Better back up 'cause in my neighborhood, said I'm strapped up Act up, call your boyfriend down before we slap cuffs I was paranoid in the pit when I had to stab 'em And have you ever been in county jail and heard yourself on the radio? Ever been embarrassed you grew up livin' in mobile homes? I grew up in poverty, in and out of them group homes Bad-ass kid, I hung around with a bad bunch (With a bad bunch)