[Intro:]
Ultimate b**h
It's a new day, b**h, mane
Pretty boy, you feel me?
Yeah man, it's your boy Lil B man
I'm rockin' on these n***as, strong arming
You feel me? Still gutta with it
Still asleep, still waking up sh** daily man
In that dream...
[Verse 1:]
I punish b**hes, I put Glocks on n***as
It could be your f**ing kid that feel that f**ing trigger
I came up so fast, I got whiplash
Pa**ed the game so fast and I stole the cash
I hit a lick so big I'm a goon again
Now I'mma thug f**ing harder than I ever did
The game up and down, n***a, like the stock market
My mixtape game, n***a, it's the block market
I never play for money
I got no paper, my money in my family
I got judged before the f**ing court of law
Just took a couple deals for the money scandalous
[Interlude]
You know what I'm saying? You know them judges take that (You gon' come up boy)
I'm gangsta, man, you know we got that money
If you really connected to them bills, you feel me, them millions, you playin' them games
[Verse 2: Lil B]
I'm ... young, and I'm in California
I'm a California boy with the Gucci shotgun
Uzi shotgun, I usually pop one
I put s**as underground like them indie movies
Any movie I'm in, this sh**'s real
Look me in my eyes, b**h, because my hustle's real
I pop s**as over issue
Like E-40, I'll take a life over my f**ing issue
Like E-40, I love my n***as too
I've never been a petty thief but I sell a brick flat
b**h'll never speak, I use to buy
Fake Jordans all up in the streets
Now I'm that street n***a that could buy the f**ing sweep
I beat the b**h, or I beat my ... (never, n***a)
[Outro]
I'm too gangsta n***a, no h*mo n***a
That's for you p**y a** n***as man
These n***as gettin' holes, we gettin' money you feel me
Poppin' bottles, n***a, we do whatever I do man
You know what I'm saying? Pick and choose the game n***a
Ultimate b**h, n***a