Undercover

Lyrics

[Verse 1] She wanna fuck undercover Playin' Playstation with a bitch from the Suburbs When she come over, she don't talk, she don't mutter She treats you like a simp, she treats you like her brother [Verse 2] Based boy Stunna, I pull up in my Truey Jeans Bitches from Japan, I got bitches from the Philippines Tryna' blow up, and ride around in limousines Acid Souljah face, I'm in front of all the magazines Tryna' be me, and they can't, that's why they mad at me He say that we bro's, he ain't even smoke no pack with me Good Carbon hittin', now it's all comin' back to me On the come up, I'm just tryna' live happily [Verse 3] Chillin' out in Based World, smokin' on the Balconey This the Based Gospel, put it in the gallery What I make off the trap worth more than your salary White bitch sniffin', but she do not got no allergies Smokin' big gas, I stay in the different galaxy All these rappers lie, everything they spit is fallacy Yo' bitch treat me like a king, callin' me, "Your Majesty" You don't get no money, that's so sad, that's a tragedy [Verse 4] Tryna' be a CEO, but you always been lame Tryna' act hard, but you know you always been a stain 2 big sticks, got me feelin' like I'm Max Payne Bad white bitch, always down to give good brain So Evil Boyz, comin' up and takin' full reign Said she love Souljah, she don't even know my full name Couldn't pick a bitch, she don't even know my real name Cut her off as soon as I meet her, and I don't feel ashamed