It's lil b, bitch

Pussy niggas fuck, but you better have them pampers
I had to clear my mind out, took a trip into the hamptons
A mental trip, and I slept up in the mansion
These niggas drive me crazy
I started to feel like charles manson
I need the fucking ransom
Make him stick his hands up

That nigga' hands up, make him look like a dancer
The piece will pull your pants up, bitch
Or make your ass run
Silver barrels where I'm from tate
Taught me how to shoot first
School was for schoolboys
I wanna learn to move purp

Niggas see I'm eating
Niggas see the dude jerk
My job to watch niggas, shit
That was like my schoolwork
But only did night school
Nighttime was glide time
Early... Up before the sunshine
Eat before it's lunchtime and smash
Before it's crunch time

Yeah boy, I was knee deep up in the bloodline
Uncle was a gangsta
Brother was a gangsta
Mama was a savage
And daddy was a prankster
So what the fuck that make me?
The product of a prankster
The product of a gangster, I'm something like a anchor

Talk in front of niggas like: What the fuck? You ain't shit
Ain't never been a gangsta, my moral-like relations
I fuck with the gangsters, we ride around and pace 'em
Throw 'em up, the b-unit with the rangers
Niggas park with range's, limo's with the
Busting up these faces
Ben and big faces, niggas can't see us
I love you, I'm stationed

I'm solid nigga
Let's go, we good