FTP

I'm swangin' around the corner like a nigga tryna get away
But I'm all good, I'm just tryna get to my partner place
Blunts finna be rolled, you should see the grin up on my face
And girls hitting me up, like, "Baby, can we blow today?"

You know I'm told 'em yeah, 'cause they exotic and they rare
And all of them only wear their own damn hair
I'm good in my hood, but it's the jungle like the woods
I'd help you if I could, but I won't 'cause I shouldn't

And all you niggas lame if you still out here shooting
I'd rather throw these hands and beat a bitch nigga stupid
Then ride with my dog to the goddamn mall
But just to get some food, 'cause I don't shop for shit at all

At the most I'll buy some draw's, black or white tee, but that's all (huh?)
Ain't tryna take no calls, bitch, don't bother me at all

And all you niggas lame if you still out here shooting
I'd rather throw these hands and beat a bitch nigga stupid

Yeah ho, yeah ho, yeah bitch we, we the shit
Lollipop ass niggas, y'all just a bunch of licks
Everywhere I go, niggas always tryna' slide some shit
Quarter ounce ass nigga, claim he move a bunch of bricks
Yeah ho, yeah ho, yeah ho, yeah ho

Never understand ho
Always actin' weird ho
Nothing with you weird ho
Probably you're not a weird ho
Nigga, are you weird ho?
I am just a weird ho
It's different from here ho
Never understand ho

I'm swangin' around the corner like a nigga tryna get away
Blunts finna be rolled, you should see the grin up on my face
And girls hitting me up, like-