Cabbage

[Intro] The booty in that muhfucka cuh On God, you hit the target up, nigga That's the new club, nigga Straight up, big booties in the produce aisle On God, line two [Verse] Met a freaky lil' bish at the Slauson swap She an artist with the tongue, mm, Jaw-squiat I was flea market up, that cost a lot Got a St. Louis (Baby), chickenhead, was top I'm a sucker for cornrows and natural afros Your bitch a bird, sink, bath, she pigeon-toed Your bitch a bird, no salmonella on the pole Try get elected, I'm electric, she cha-cha slide on me Ejecto seato, no fuck Smino, let her fuck my homie I'm prominent but no tuxedo, my air force one on me Bitch, I stay puffy like a Cheeto, God took his time on me Twenty bitches in the lobby, guess that's where I be I be smokin' on dry weed, got me wakin' up late all groggy I need somethin’ real thick like Ashanti, later roun' My bill up, no Chauncey, huh Or Sevyn Streeter, I take seventy streets to eat her I'm not a big repeater My name ain't Peter, but let me know if you see her On the kids, I don't hang with the chi-chi-chi I done pissed off the gang 'bout the shit, shit, shit Quick to cut a nigga off like a sent- (Nigga I'm havin' so much fun in this motherfucker right now) [Chorus] Gettin' cabbage, and all my bitches nasty (My bitches nasty) I'm higher than your fashion (Dior) And if they ask, I'm taxin' (Run up it) You're broke, tragic, nigga, that's tragic (Bitch) Tragic, tragic, tragic, haha (Bitch, bitch, bitch) [Outro] You know me Young nigga just tapped in like a tap dance We do this shit easy, man We do this shit every day, any day, man Listen, this is fun bruh, at this point Man, I hope y'all motherfuckers enjoy y'all self You know what I'm sayin'? Hope y'all got your goddamn popcorn, Kool-Aid Barbecue wings, whatever the fuck y'all do Hope my niggas got something' rolled My shawties got them a little wood or whatever, yeah She already decided It's above me now Videos, homie, videos? DVD, CDs, Master P, Charlie's Angels Let's go, let's go, let's go