CYBM Lyrics

I just hit the west coast, walking with my chest poked, homie can you blame me?

I was on the south side, shorty had her mouth wide, baby can you blame me?

Out here on da east coast, feeling like a king though, brodie can you blame me?

We can take it north, it don't matter either or, bet a dollar they gone

Hate up on me

Mhmm

Vibe ain't shit until MARC up in it, tell them suckers better wait up on me

Mhmm

Get up out your feelings, boy I'm back, double cup in the hand, take a sip of this here

Mhmmm

Taste good don't it, make you come back for another round, you got Saved by the Bell

Mhmm mmm mm

Class in session first lesson get your notepad

If life's a suitcase, then I'm a nomad

Quit playing games, thats why you sound Earl & Toejam

Most be animated online, no wonder they're mocap

Damn

Chink in the armor boy that's a throwback

We don't relate I disconnect from the Cohans

Talking from a far but in person on my gonads

You should grow a pair, see how it feel when they low jab

Bet that diss count go in rollback

So really can you blame me?

I just hit the west coast, walking with my chest poked, homie can you blame me?

I was on the south side, shorty had her mouth wide, baby can you blame me?

Out here on da east coast, feeling like a king though, brodie can you blame me?

We can take it north, it don't matter either or, bet a dollar they gone

You a lame ass nigga

Mhmm mhmm

Tricking for a hoe, got to pay her just to hang ass nigga

Mhmm mhmm

Boy you need help, you a body, can't save that nigga

Mhmm mhmm mmm mmm

Let me learn you something, y'all clowns look foolish

Can't be with the dogs, y'all Goofy

Can't be in the house or on the house, quit snooping

Y'all losers, just a blue blob in the GroupMe

Bitches see me and say oowee

I'm a eat da WAP like a foodie

Beat the pussy up don't sue me

Stirring up the pot until it's soupy

Y'all ain't the shit, y'all dookie

Hopping in the hoopty to the loose leaf, I Toosi

Slide, power up the price, so I know they mad

Giving slaps daily with the open hand

Let you read the palm before my zodiac

I'm outside with it, y'all ain't even left the cul-de-sac

Damn

Be an adult for once and grow up

Futon niggas keep it straight just to fold up

Sit your dusty ass on the sofa

I refuse to impress a poser

Posing like you something that your not, that's how you get got

So really can you blame me?

I just hit the west coast, walking with my chest poked, homie can you blame me?

I was on the south side, shorty had her mouth wide, baby can you blame me?

Out here on da east coast, feeling like a king though, brodie can you blame me?

We can take it north, it don't matter either or, bet a dollar they gone