Friday the 13th

[Hook: Papa-Bear] Got the swisher, got the weed Got the sprite, got the lean Got the money in my jeans, uhhhh! Niggas talking, but they ain't bout it, better get to walking [Verse 1: Papa-Bear] All that talk is cheap You don't want no beef Fuck your sorry beats, I need that heat Everybody wanna be a critic, wanna judge the way you living Better mind your fucking business, we just tryna get it Good in any hood, wish a nigga would, but he won't Cause he know who gon' hit the floor, blood running out yo nose, no remorse All I see are open doors, long tours, hits on the billboard Now she wanna fuck, before she wouldn't give it up Condom in my pocket, but the pussy too good, pussy too dank Make a gay nigga go straight, make a rich nigga clear the bank At the party, drunk as fuck, call me Frank the Tank One more drink and Imma fuck this bitch on the bathroom sink Once we done, she says, "Wait... What's your name??" Papa-Bear Papa-Bear It's fucking Papa-Bear It's fucking Papa-Bear Uh-huh