Wanna Be You Lyrics

Aye, aye, aye

I got a son I ain't worried about a broke bitch

I gotta get it it, I ain't worried about these bitches either

Nut chin hanging from the blick like i came with Peter

I ain't showing up to shit if I get subpoenaed

Bitch I ain't even got time like a parking meter

I'm the type to knock it out the park like I'm Derek Jeter

Said her last folks was dusty but I'm hella cleaner

How the fuck that nigga even flexing in an '08 beamer

I, can get it out the bitch

But you can't

No bitch I don't love you we can't hold hands

No bitch I don't know you, I'm not yo mans

Lil bro got that rocket he from Texas do you Dirty Dan

Hit yo first lick and you put it in a song nigga

If you really want smoke I can put it in a bong for you

Five-Seven bullets poke so it wont take long for you

She take instructions from me

No talking no discussions with me

It ain't really bout' a bag you can leave

I can lace you with the game that you need

I thought i was dreaming when i seen you

Pull up right on you

And yo dress see through

5 Percent my whip they can't see you

Don't trip off no hoe that wanna be you

30 shots at yo whip I might flip some

Bad lil bitch who eat dick like its dim sum

You the type to shoot the party up cause you ain't get nun

I'm the type to turn the party up when I walk in

She do it with no hands

I really get bands

Walk in and I do my dance, on a bitch

I ain't never ever been pressured up bout' a bitch

You gon' die over nothing if you tripping on a bitch

These shoes came with no laces, I ain't tripping off these kicks

And that bitch came with some braces but she still can suck a dick

And they say a young nigga racist, cause the color of my whip

Done pouring deuces, pouring fours, we gon' pour a whole six

Im'a do it up for AG bitch I gotta keep it lit

Same niggas popping it, be the same niggas getting stripped

Gotta keep a rocket every time I slide in a spaceship

Gotta keep a trophy on the side I can't fuck a basic

She take instructions from me

No talking no discussions with me

It ain't really bout' a bag you can leave

I can lace you with the game that you need

I thought i was dreaming when i seen you

Pull up right on you

And yo dress see through

5 Percent my whip they can't see you

Don't trip off no hoe that wanna be you