Trackmasters - Lil B lyrics

[Produced by Trackmasters] [Verse 1] b**h mob, b**h, what it do I make ya b**h f** me Real street n***a, so I prolly wouldn't trust me Stay with the Glock wit the nine or the musket I'm the Based God, so your b**h wanna f** me Bad coke deal, so we call this sh** husky Lookin' for a La**ie Infrared dotted shotgun lookin' cla**y Red dots on the boy, like a game Shoutout to b**h stone, I'mma make Twitter I got dope and stones, I got business stones Pretty rich, rockstar I'm Rolling Stones I got rows of stones I'm rollin' holmes Pop somethin' so quick that'll close your dome Pop somethin' so quick that'll expose your dome Come out, f** this b**h, and raid your home This is my time, I'mma f**in' shine n***as out west with the vicious grind f** the boss, n***a, the b**h is mine Won't break her back, the b**h is mine Watch your b**h, fine The b**h won't survive I'mma f**in', like 'em wet and slidin', you feel me? Credit card and slide 'em Don't make me pull out the receipts if I'm lyin' I need a Mexicana Latina mami I need a gangster b**h with a body You feel me, that likes to start the party Pop a couple pills and I see you in the morning [Outro] Little B, Little B you are the sh** I'm talkin' Little B, Little B, Little B you are the sh** I'm talkin' Little B, Little B, Little B you are the sh** I'm sayin' Little B, Little B, Little B won't you please come f** with me