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 [?])