Slangin Yayo

[Intro] Yeah, it's your boy Lil B, nigga (Yeah) Shouts out to SALEM You know I got choppers on deck (Hope I don't go back to slangin' yayo) Five hundred, hundred thousand nigga, hundred million Come see nigga, Evil Red Flame, you feel me? Uh [Verse] Hatin' bitches, fuck with me Based God I'm the baller of the fuckin' century Niggas mad I'm from Waterfront Got the tiny pants and I'm strapped up AK on my side, I'm that pretty bitch You gon' fuck with me? You so petty Bitch I make twenty thousand off rollerskatin' Kristi Yamaguchi, iced-out necklace Bitch I got a cellphone and it don't never ring I'm off 'til 11:30, Randy Moss jersey Evil Red Flame I don't think you heard me Tear bitches and they all respect my knowledge Got ten cars, got a hundred bitches Stuff her in the trunk, I think I'm Homer Simpson Got that yellow, I need that 40 grip Same shit, sell it off I'm teeming, and I'm high as fuck Niggas think I'm low, but I'm powered up Niggas think I'm gay until I fuck they sluts Niggas think I'm broke 'til I bought that Phantom 'Til I buy that Bentley, bitches came from Santa Merry Christmas, hold that Glock nine two forty Powered up, still thinkin' that I'm E-40 You feel me? Check me this, check this [Chorus] Hope I don't go back to slangin' yayo Slangin' yayo, to get my mayo Hope I don't go back to slangin' yayo Slangin' yayo, to get my mayo [Outro] Hope I don't go back to slangin' yayo Slangin' yayo (Shouts out to [?] Red Flame nigga [?])