Verse 1: Lurking out the Beam whip, Burkin and a mean fit... Murking scene swift, as im twirking to that remix... V.I.P soon to be drenched in that weed stench... Thieves optics fixed on and scheming on the cream wrist... Fiending for deep ditch, feel free to scream bitch... Fielding all the cheap tricks, screening for some mean dick... Steering from the penis, needing me a genius... Dun can suck pum till he breeches mami's fetus... bitches got my team pissed, retreat to them heaters... spits is knocking cheek sir, to stitches of ya Filas... Clips seated in abdomen, drip vicks secrets to ave and them... wish to roll wit this bitch click of aggy men... clits CEO and hoes working the swing shift... chickens'll fold really you a fag and i means it... only throw up hoods when GAP releases its spring fits... dont let the scene deceive bitch, B still swing fists...(Like) Hook: Mami cross the way staring at me Probably thought B soft but talk gon cease Dont think just cuz I came to party I wont beat your ass today (Fuck Wit Me) Ho's retreat to the back for u get ya ass beat to the track (repeat) Verse 2: Mami hot, pull up to the club, papi's flock... Smuts proceed to stalk, jocking on Bets rocks... sluts receive a hat cock and a head nod... fucks need to lay low please back the F off... these things reap halos if you lacking an X-Box... Bro speaks on fake gold, yapping about stocks... deceasing stank hoes, flashing the waist... Peeks at bank roll, flashings a waste... eyes happen to fix grace pon mixed race don... skimper closr near lips approaching so he can hear... hey how you doing lil daddy let me whisper in ya ear... us screwing in the caddy was the wackest dick this year... attraction to yous clear, mattress victim to the fuck... your mans is bitch tear up after the nut... hermaphodite niggas, their chatter is cunt.. herb mouf i dyke configure bare bladder to tongue... spare splatter to gums tend to the snatch.. in the rear of the lac gave me loads of face.. lend you a rag to eleviate that load off ur face... fuck at rapid pace the head boards knock... subbing for the bass like methodone rock... Hook: Papi in the corner staring like whoa I got my nigga waiting at home he cant be hurt by what he dont know no dicking assume postition resume the licking (You Know You Wanna Fuck Wit Me) Yo meet me in the back so we can beat to the track (repeat) Verse 3: Now we stroking to the sounds... Wheneva boyfirends not in town... Way he knock it down provoking me to space out... Papi wow killing it bastid, mami loud ... shrills spilling thru ceiling plaster... properly piped down chilling my back sir... proper pound amount to mouth spilling do it faster... drilling till I will call him master... make me cum on command, son is worthy of a one night stand... one shy glance at his lights greens makes me shy from fact... aura reads light green, but b divide thighs for guys deserving... oh, no lames, but if u hold no fame, dont worry... i wear out no name bros like college jerseys... cuz u got me...a whore...not me... B fold G's to bird niggas in sheets like oragami... morning routines, choring with string, in tooth seeking to... unearthing pum residue fordged between tongue n cheek boo... how could i said no... he cut up pum like cunt come with volume control... how could i said no... he cut up pum like cunt come with volume control... Hook: Mami cross the way staring at me Probably thought B soft but talk gon cease Dont think just cuz I came to party I wont beat your ass today (Fuck Wit Me) Ho's retreat to the back for u get ya ass beat to the track (repeat) Now why you over there looking at me cuz ya crew standing near... Do you really want beef huh...You dont want it wit B ma... (repeat) Dont get ya ass beat to the track...Dont get ya ass beat to the track