I'll Bee Dat

Yo, fuck you

Yo, yo, fuck you

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo fuck you

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo fuck you

Yo, sim simma, who got the key to my Bimmer?

Jack moves that's how we act when we team up

(Hey, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, chill out, nigga)

(Let the motherfucker pass us that blunt, nigga)

(They heard what that nigga say, "Puff puff pass, motherfucker")

(Puff puff pass, motherfucker)

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

Sim simma, who got the key to my Bimmer?

Jack move, that's how we act when we team up

Throw your triple beam up, this is fish scale

I bailed out the county with counterfeit bills

My slang be high range Brick City

Watch how you sniff, son, I'm highly octane

All you hear is bang, bang (bang, bang)

Yo, remember you, bitch? Shit, I forget my last name

It's all about game, nothin' else, for delf

Walk through the woods then stomp on your foot

With high, I take out any comp' in the hood

Gorilla impact in this rap habitat

Get you steppin' in your Air Max, bounce

You cockin' it back but where it at? Bounce

I got a six pack of Heineken and Big Kap on the wheels

In two laps, I give Stella Her Groove Back

My middle name must be, "Fuck You"

'Cause every time I walk by

Niggas be like, "Fuck you"

I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat

My first name must be, "He Ain't Shit"

'Cause every time I'm in a car

Bitches be like, "He ain't shit"

I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat (yo, yo, yo)

I heard the party going on in there, yeah

Well, let me shake my stankin' ass in there, yeah

Soon as I walk in, dogs are barking

Haters played it back, I stay in front lay handicapped parking

Startin' arsons from Jers' to Arkan'

Saw me coughing out that dread apartment

Roll up to the jam with the front end bent up

Watch them chickens, 'fore end up gettin' salmonella

I'm ghetto like D&D, fuckin' wit' D

You be on Banned From TV Part III

In a heartbeat, tiger, straight out the cup

You're light in the ass, son, you weigh 'bout a buck

But I'm one-ninety physique

Two hundred and thirty four pounds total when I'm carryin' the heat

Not platinum more wax but, platinum in the streets

Any nigga that disagree, smack him in the teeth

Then I bag his little piece, rocking the ice

Give it to the projects, gonna rob him tonight

(Why you acting like that?)

The weed made me do it

Devils advocate hot, it take days to do it

My crew do drugs Duane Reade couldn't breed

Drive me in the sun I'll amount to ten keys

Redbones I'm bonin', MC's be clonin'

That's before Doc stretch up and mornin' yawnin'

My middle name must be, "Fuck You"

'Cause every time I'm in the hood

Niggas be like, "Fuck you"

I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat

My first name must be, "He Ain't Shit"

'Cause every time I'm in my car

Bitches be like, "He ain't shit"

I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat (I'll be that), I'll be dat (I'll be that)

Niggas and you bitches (ow)

Puff, puff, give (haha)

Niggas and you bitches (ow)

Puff, puff, give

Yo yo, if you gotta be a monkey, be a gorilla

It's 4AM, I'm off a tab and still a

World rap biller, push a big Benz

With the chicken head, drawers hangin' from my antenna

I'll be goddamned if a nigga take mine

On foot, shit, put rollerblades on

Mind your business (uh-huh)

The nine with swiftness (uh-huh)

I pull it, stretch it like Fonda Fitness

I'm a everyday nigga like a Toyota

Your A&R hope you don't drop the same quarter

Wrapped the puta in a Hefty Two-Ply

(Yo he ain't from Chi)

So haul ass back to Utah

My middle name must be, "Fuck You"

'Cause every time I'm in the hood

Niggas be like, "Fuck you"

I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat

My first name must be, "He Ain't Shit"

'Cause every time I'm in the car

Bitches be like, "He ain't shit"

I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat

My middle name must be, "Fuck You"

'Cause every time I'm in the hood

Niggas be like, "Fuck you"

I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat

My first name must be, "He Ain't Shit"

'Cause every time I'm in my car

Bitches be like, "He ain't shit"

I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat (fuck you)

(Fuck you)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

It's W Fuck All Y'all Radio, ya man Big Tigga

I'll be dat, ya heard? Yo (fuck you)

It's like thirty degrees down here in D.C

All my niggas strap the Timb's up

Get out the puffy coats and all of that

And I'll see all you chickenhead ass bitches at the club later

I'll be there, ha

I'll be dat