On My Lap (feat. Jay Squared)

"Go to the, I don't give a fuck if you gotta pick up your kids! Go to the fucking Wendy's dude!" Aye, look I ain't tryna waste time I be with the hoe's that's giving FaceTime I know she know imma dog on my K-9 I heard them talking bout' the boy through the grape vine She looking at me like she wanna fuck, I know that Her ass fat I'm like, "Come here and let me hold that" Kodak, throwback, know that no man ever showed that they can fuck with golden Boy I got the potion, leave her pussy soaking Marc told me, I'm getting it I'm getting money, we getting lit I'm too legit Like MC Hammer She dancing on me I fucked her after Oh man, imma young rich nigga Gold chains, gold grill, go figure I'm fly as hell, my niggas is fly as well My girl she in all Chanel I did it without your help screaming "STOP HATING! PUSSY BOY STOP HATING!" And to all the booking agents at my shows tryna book me I can't do it if you niggas not paying I ain't got the time nor the patience Shit, my momma got bills too Ain't shit free around here Unless you ass tryna come through Tell lil momma come and buss it for me I've been outta town a nigga busy performing And balancing my account like the shit was really important I told her that, "I'm the boy with the lifestyle" But the boy become the man when the lights down Oh your friends bad too, they need a flight out And we can do whatever, whenever the lights down Real shit Man the cops caught me slipping at the bar I was hotter than a bitch Had the plug all on the phone With the blunt all on my lip My uncle told me if I take the charge They'll hit me with a slap on the wrist So the cops pulled me over with the strap on my lap Cops pulled me over with the strap on my lap Cops pulled me over with the strap on my lap Cops pulled me over with the strap on my lap Cops pulled me over with the strap on my lap And they ain't let me off easy Keep it greasy Talking bout' he wanna see my license, registration Why you pussy boys hating on my banks statements Yo, you can get a check to And I've been shitting on you haters since a test tube baby Your rest is too lengthy The whole car stanking All he smell is liq from my cup and gas up in my blunt I'm rolling focued, I've been flowing potent Yogaifed, how I stretch Money scary like a poltergeist And all this green that I throw up Niggas getting hurt when I show, like show out Baddest black barbie, I flip like Jeff Hardy You awesome, hardly You don't even own a weapon All my niggas up in yo section Flexing, we deck on any nigga stepping Nigga fuck you and whoever you came with Gold same niggas since sand and stone ages Brainless crazy, I've been shitting since a baby Stop complaining that's that bitch up in your fragrance Times are wasting, losing patience I've been sitting waiting on one of you niggas to try me Golden homie, I keep it one hundred Call of Duty, cuz I'm finna catch a body If ever you niggas can't understand me She put the strap all up in her panty Down lady, yeah that's my baby And I'm clutching mine soI'm locked and ready Here come the squad cars Bitch I'm looking like a lick Bitch I keep the burner on my hip Free got the gat and he got it on his lap When the mothafuckin Cops pulled me over with the strap on my lap Cops pulled me over with the strap on my lap Cops pulled me over with the strap on my lap Cops pulled me over with the strap on my lap