Waterpark

[Intro] Yeah nigga I'm out here shining You see me bitch, I don't see you though Fake ass, fraud ass rap niggas You on Twitter though, where you hiding at? I'ma find you, little word of advice bitch nigga, don't sleep! [Verse 1] Heavy Duty shots out the Uzi into your momma house Clip your momma on the couch Now your momma running out the back door Car-bomb strapped to her black Ford Won't make it out the hospital tonight You see I try to be a civil dude but bitches can get it too Lying to the Johnny's like these rappers do in interviews It's wavy in the beach, but nigga's crazy in the beach It'd be smart to keep 380's where you sleep I need a bitch like Brandy We can make a baby in the Jeep She's drove me crazy since "Moesha" I'd really like to meet you Niggas asking me for features But nobody's talking monetary Probably the reason why you never hear me [Hook] Tell all the girls clap your hands, you coming out of them pants I don't ask or make demands, I'm the mothafuckin' man Can somebody tell them broads, they coming out of them draws I swear to God I love you all, where my round of applause at We cashing all checks, don't call the laws yet My niggas dogs, no need to get them involved Cause them guns come out like the summertime sun Yeah them guns come out like the summertime [Verse 2] I'm taking niggas bitches like Bowser I pound her, you hound her I never been sympathetic for simping These niggas act like the women they crying over Invite her over, dig her out then kick her out Raw dog her then dog her, don't call until them kids is out See I take a different route with everything I do Where some little shit to me could be like everything to you You could give a wedding ring to a girl you'll never screw And I apologize for that, it must suck to be a fool I'm tactical, been cracking hoes since secondary school We trapping hoes, selling 4 and 5's for the price of 2 I was taught that the life you live is the life you choose I chose the path of a winner, now shake that ass for a nigga [Hook] Tell all the girls clap your hands, you coming out of them pants I don't ask or make demands, I'm the mothafuckin' man Can somebody tell them broads, they coming out of them draws I swear to God I love you all, where my round of applause at We cashing all checks, don't call the laws yet My niggas dogs, no need to get them involved Cause them guns come out like the summertime sun Yeah them guns come out like the summertime