Bugatti Beez - Wrong Way lyrics

[Verse 1] Unh! I'm just trying to get it all day, n***a Till you biting a** n***as hope your jaw break, n***a My music, my music's alright, n***a So don't egg me on like an omelet, n***a Gun in my hand... looking at the 9' like I'm eight, n***a Thinking b**hes love me for my ambition But really they just love me for my wallet (Wale), n***a That's my motto like quasi, n***a Got haters on my entrée, n***a, I'm that n***a Stay with a Jay like 'Yonce, n***a Rap, I was born to do this like Ozzay, n***a Your girl want to give me her hot cakes, n***a I met her at a soiree, n***a Might bust on her hot face, n***a If her p**y bald then she might get ate out like John Kate, n***a I be anywhere a pen and a pad is Such a motherf**er I probably got kids who don't know who they dad is Well, I guess my name is Beez You better get that sh** down to a tee like you saying it backwards Stay in your lane or get hit by this traffic Man enough with the blabberin', back to stuntin' I'm fly, I smoke, sh**, I must be a dragon All about my money, yeah, I stay Mr. Krabs-in' I go hard, let's get that sh** established Pull up in a big body whip, it's your a** again A trunk got 12s like 6th grade cla**es Dropping sh** easy like I just ate laxatives I eat rappers, I just ate half of 'em The sh** I write go hard on accident My pin game, one word, n***a: insane My flow could be cleaner if I had time to vacuum it (Had time to vacuum it [3x]) [Verse2] Man, I swear to God, I could do this all day, n***a My EP, did you peep it? It's the (shh!) like trying to keep a secret Yes, I curse like a f**ing sailor, I don't give a f**, my n***a Just bleep it! s** my bleep, you mother-bleepers tweaking Don't like my language? Blame my teacher! (I ain't got no cla**, I be in the hallways, n***a! I'm just trying to make it up to God game, n***a!) Okay, n***a Before I start punching like prom dates, n***a Just know that all I do is win, so I don't know what an L is Except Monte, n***a Save your games for the arcades, n***a I ain't no chef, but I sauté n***as Let's be real like Ray Charles' fingers I ball, I ball like Chauncey Billups Mood Ontario, I'm finna k** 'em 219's in the motherf**ing building My money's stacked to the motherf**ing rafters LOL if you thought I was about to say "ceiling." LOL if you thought I accept your forgiving LOL at the people like, "Dude, stop spitting!" Then what the f** I'm a do all day, n***a? Look at your bum a** all day, n***a?! I hate n***as, everything false through they teeth I hate ninjas; I'm not me when I rap cause I hates n***as Just kidding. Just f**ing kidding. Just motherf**ing kidding, n***a Funny how this lame n***a spark our interest, flipping out like a gymnast Goddamn, who is this?! Sit on Google all day, n***a You'll see my music k**s like Broadway, n***a [Outro] (Ay, my n***a, where you going? Ay, where you going? Ay?!) Wrong way, n***a