Photobomb

[Intro]

Bro, did you see that capa chick, Heather tonight?

Yeah dude I think I wanna smash, she was all over me

She totally wants it, I mean how could she not?

I basically have an 8 pack

But I don’t know I’m pretty sure she’s hooked up with that D-bag, Miles, last weekend

And I heard he has like crabs or something but then again she’s DTF

So whatever man, don’t judge me

Just grab some field, play ball

I just want a shot, I didn’t clear my mind

Maybe play some VP or flip cup, girls like that shit

Wait, dude, isn’t that Heather right there, taking a selfie with Flo Rida?

Dude, photobomb!

[Verse 1: JG Trigga]

Photobomb bitches Instagrams

I wanna be a fool, just pint of gram

Remedy in my head

Clear me, dear me, get out of my head

Couple shots in the building right here

Tonight taking selfies right here

End of my rear, go kiss it right there

I’m living it tonight, get off of my hair

I don’t give a damn bout your opinion

Wanna get all of my people singing

Ace it high, all the bitches looking basic

IPhone, Android tell them where’s the place is

Cooking them pans, pink salmon

Don’t need to rent a car, got that Alamo

Warner Brothers, warn a brother, they calling you

Better hide your bread, they after you

[Interlude]

Dude, last night was so epic, true story

I put a Viagra in Kevin’s beer and he got a raging boner

And then Amber walk up to him and couldn’t stop laughing

It was literally the greatest moment in my life

You missed it dude, it was pure magic

I thing he went home and cry that night? What a pussy

I bet his mom should wipe his ass, he’s such a tool

Wherever man, I’m over it, let’s go text him

I just wanna get wasted, and me need get into puum

Wow, look at that milf over there, taking a selfie

Wait.. isn’t that your mom?

Hahah! Photobomb!

[Verse 2: Flo Rida]

Take a picture with the snap for the night shut

Bright make it bump, make it drop

Till I made this with the sock in a spot, but they tell them don’t stop

Put the miles on the clock, don’t ever put a nigga on top of the guap

Hit me in the rock, coming out the block

You don’t wanna pop

Pop in a week but it’s pop in the lock

Gotta blow in trees, try to get up from no guap

Selfie, wealthy, healthy, help me, help you, help me stop with that Polaroid

Chelsea, Kelsey, Shelby, Melby, girl you always come from the Polaroid

Miss Flashy wanna patch me, from that part of the front to the back seat

Miss Freaky, Miss Nasty. You know she probably like 21st Jump Street