West Side, Bankhead, is where I'm from
Everything y'all did has been done
My True game and my shoe game
You can't touch that sh**
A b**h that holler 'bout "f** me?"
Nah, f** that b**h
f** that b**h, f** that b**h
A b**h that holler 'bout "f** me?"
Nah, f** that b**h
f** that b**h, f** that b**h
A b**h that holler 'bout "f** me?"
Nah, f** that b**h
[Lil K]
Ima real a** n***a came from the south
f**in with b**hes who from the bronx
p**y so good ,n***a name me one
Trunk full d** n***a hit one
Up in my condo I smoke up
Cali bud,red head name one
Jackpot hittin them bank rolls
Yeh n***a know we full paper
Money to the ceiling tall as jordan
Never loosing money like kobe
n***a im on it like rollie
Pockets full of green I spend it
My girl so curious I bend her
Using no rubber on her tho
f**in my ho like f** dat b**h
Im still in the cold
Get a plane and smoke
Stamp my name on her like an envolope
n***a yeh we shootin your cantalope
50k on me like bang'em all
Shout out to young dro
And the west side n***as
Everywhere we go we bankheads n***as
All the Westside n***as say f** dat b**h
Ya'll already know im on my sh** bout to hit that sh** like fu*k DAT b*tch
West Side, Bankhead, is where I'm from
Everything y'all did has been done
My True game and my shoe game
You can't touch that sh**
A b**h that holler 'bout "f** me?"
Nah, f** that b**h
f** that b**h, f** that b**h
A b**h that holler 'bout "f** me?"
Nah, f** that b**h
f** that b**h, f** that b**h
A b**h that holler 'bout "f** me?"
Nah, f** that b**h
[Verse 2: Young Dro]
I'mma go three… stupid on the remix
I'mma show you how to raise up out the fire like a phoenix
I'm a Bankhead n***a, so I'm straighter than a penis
If you try to West Side, I'mma let off like semen
Ice got me anemic, walkin' up in Nieman's
And every time I get a new broad, I get subpoenaed
My baby mama mad my girl look like a genie
I've got racks like Venus, 20 stacks in…
Bread like panini, eat steaks and zucchini
With your broad in Tahiti, spaghetti string bikini
I don't spit on tracks, I throw up on ‘em like bulimic
Pardon, my “High Tymes” album a problem
[Hook: Young Dro]
[Verse 3: T.I.]
…and the yacht match the Rollie, ice like a hockey player
Kick it like a soccer player, n***as hatin' like a goalie
Long neck, group s** all your b**h got for me
We've been walkin' under stars since midnight, homie
Had a shorty, p**y, hit it like a fistfight, homie
My dick only know what she kiss like, homie
See the molly got her goin', you be callin', she ignorin'
I went balls-deep in her, n***a, you ain't even know it
Blowin' Headband, strongest in the land
Say you hit it, so you ain't the only n***a can
She wanna be a freak, you wanna be a man
Get head in a Coupe, s** in a Sprinter van
Runnin' full-court game, no one-on-one
Take that doll, hit her one-on-one
Ain't nothin' else to do, she wanna cum for fun
I'm by myself, hop, run, no one
n***a she want me like Givenchy
In a presendential suite, n***a, me on three
Why they call me “p**y Pumper”, n***a, she gon' see
Like she gon' see, like she gon' see…
Okay, Hustle Gang, n***a, only thing I wear
Oh yeah, and…
And… you know me, ho
Know where I'm from, know where I rep
[Hook: Young Dro]
[Verse 4: Trinidad James]
Southside Clay. Co., that's where I'm from
I'm on these red bottoms, Rick Owens…
I've been rockin' them Jordans
I said now AG, compound – give me money, I'll throw it
My hair's luxurious – your sh** ain't growin' (lame)
I've got a smile on my face like Dro's old cover
f** you b**h on the couch, no cover
n***a f** your couch, I'm Rick James, brother
She a super freak, she don't like no rubbers
f** you, n***a, then f** your cousin
For some shoes and a couple hundreds
I thought you knew, let me teach you somethin'
She'll s** me and kiss you like it ain't nothin'
…that b**h cold – n***a, now you know
You hold onto p**y (lame) I've p**y on hold (pimp)
I get a whole lot of p**y, n***a, after my show
Red, black and white girls… yeah, them Trinidad's hoes
[Hook: Young Dro]