Undastandz Me

Lyrics

[Verse 1:] My nigga I don't want no hands out I'ma get my shit regardless My network in the relationship, game is flawless Where I'ma stop, nobody knows, I'm all over the place with my flows I've fucked around with the coca plant game for years but now I'm celibate People always ask me 40 how you stay current and relevant I'm cut from leather both of these cats is cut from polyester I'm hard as a brick, most of these suckers soft, like feathers Finnah knock me a chick, 10 or better, break her for her cheddar I'ma keep it all the way hood, I've been living in my third childhood, lately Smoking a lot of spinach lately, hanging out at the strip club lately I use to give them niggas player prices and jugs for the bricks But now I be giving them discounts for hooks and verse licks I like bitches with cellulite I dont like them too lean I like them thick and yolked like UCLA softball team I'm cool with either or fat or petite Cause I ain't gon' lie, skinny pussy be deep Bust open the package and throw the trojan out and smash it Stretch the kiznoochie out just like elastic I'ma give it to her slow like a snail or real fast like a rabbit And in the bay area fly coonin' is a habit [Hook:] You Undastandz Me Understand Me You Understandz Me (x4) [Verse 2:] You got a zip? I got a zip, you need a zip? Yup! You got a brick? I got a brick, you need a brick? Nope That's what the little homey asked, when he was broke Said he needed a credit line I told that nigga ain't nobody giving out no lines No numbers, no loans Ain't nobody giving up zones, no chickens, no bones Said his moms was about to lose her home, his sister on dialysis Older brother didn't caught a body His younger brother on Kaddafi His daddy in for armed robbery, uncle in for grand larceny His auntie in for bad checks; credit cards and money laundering His cousin FISH, so he thinks he needs protection Not only that, but his broad hollering pregnant Quite as kept; she's been doing a lot of sexing Getting it in, with the nigga best-friend So I pushed him in the mix, with a month in a half, or 6 weeks or so He moved up to 36 36 zips of bow equals a grip We call it; Kicks, in the Bay It's a fool, it's a trip, walk straight, they don't play, it ain't cool BITCH! [Hook:] [Verse 3:] I'm a street nigga, walk with my head up, stick out my chest I don't like private jets, I fly south west And you'll never catch me wearing a fucking wire That's how you get your head deflated like a tire I don't be gossiping, and running off at the lip and name dropping I be hustling in the traffic, repping shoulders and hold down Getting gusty and galavaty, politicing and moon walking Desert eagle, hold a slick caution, verified ficture from the V Soil celebrity, heavy, so don't be fucking with me I'm having my fanny born and ready ever since I came out the coochie I was a nosey little mustache infactuated with cash Tryna get some ass fast, finger fucking broads in class I get dressed at the mall, brand new kicks and fits 'Where you be getting yo hats from?' Man I buy them from Lidz I'm with the shit but I don't really sucker shit at all Ya'll on some fake time, that I'm on some real time like Bill Maher [Hook:]