How Can I Become a Bawlaa

Chorus Ridin' round smoking weed wit my foreign bitch Ridin' round smoking weed wit my foreign bitch My window down, I'm riding to my new shit (wish that was me) Got my new bitch, got my, got my new bitch (this dude a G!) I don't camp off wit no j's they sell them hoes for free (What the fuck that mean?) Never payin' for no pussy, fuck them hoes for free That's a fucking bawlaa How can I become a bawlaa? Verse 1: Mirror mirror on the wall How can Dicky learn to ball I wish I was T.I.P. and I could spit some shit with southern drawls I wish I could flip a brick and spit that shit like Ricky Ross Holla at broads, at the mall Spit about a mufucken' bitch up in 'da whip And getting lit up in the backseat Talkin' shit about a dinner wit an athlete Fuck that, can't rap like the rest of these mufuckas Without all my writtens being fact free Do y'all know how bad I wish I could But y'all would laugh if I spit hood So now ya man is making jams about some random Shit, when dudes is rappin' bout they fuckin' weaponry Homicidal tendencies The only dough that I can boast about is seeded sesame I'm jealous B Cuz errbody in the game get to say they kill Errbody in the game get to say steal Errbody in the game sayin' words like trill Really wish that I could make that hit Fake that shit Without coming off all gay n' shit Cuz if I coulda rapped like Wayne Then I'd prolly be sayin' a lot of the crazy shit like I'mma kill you pussy ass bitches wit the chopper Now make that pussy pop off...and this shit would sound proper Chorus Ridin' round smoking weed wit my foreign bitch Ridin' round smoking weed wit my foreign bitch Ma window down, I'm riding to my new shit (wish dat was me) Got my new bitch, got my, got my new bitch (this dude a g!) Ion camp off wit no j's they sell them hoes for free (what the fuck that mean?) Never payin' for no pussy, fuck them hoes for free That's a fucking bawlaa How can I become a bawlaa? Verse 2 - Here we go Here's a flow Bout some shit I really know I'mma spit it raw and swag it up as if I'm really cold Ma cheerios is honey nut Gear at most a hunned bucks P.S. I Love You is on the TV, Dicky tearin' up Go up to the bathroom, I have to Ma dentist say I gotta make an effort now it's time to floss Holla at my dog, and I call the mufucka to me and Get a leash and take him out to walk Roll around the ave I put his shit up in a bag And then a whip pull up, the windows down, this bitch look out and asking How she get back on the high way Told dat bitch to drive straight And take a left on honeycut But stay up in the right lane Cuz it come up kinda quick You see what the fuck I'm sayin Other people get to rap about like Home cooked crack, and like jail n shit And I gotta spit a lotta shit about a muthafuckin Kid up in a crib that's got the central air It's not fair No one cares Real talk I just wanna braid my hair And rap about whatever bruh Money hoes Et cetera Instead of bein' clever every measure but I'm never gonna be Chorus Ridin' round smoking weed wit my foreign bitch Ridin' round smoking weed wit my foreign bitch My window down, I'm riding to my new shit (Wish dat was me) Got my new bitch, got my, got my new bitch (This dude a G!) Ion't camp off wit no j's they sell them hoes for free (What the fuck that mean?) Never payin' for no pussy, fuck them hoes for free That's a fucking bawlaa How can I become a bawlaa?