[ Featuring Tyga ]
I don't need no niggas in my section
All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches ah
I don't need no niggas in my section
All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches ah
Higher than the moon, nigga what up
They ain't worth it, nigga need to shut up
Fallin' in the pussy, face down in the buttock
It ain't shit to her, me I'm just a f*ck up
F*ck a handshake nigga we ain't brothers
On that West side where they rappin' for they colors
If you talking big shit, then my dick will make you stutter
All over your face like it's butta, nada
Right now, make her scream my name and pipe her right down
Nasty I'm a king bitch, give a nigga a wipe down
Twenty four inches, I'm rolling on chrome
My niggas are smoking on that loud
Bitches try to flauntin', I'mma go to back out
I ain't thinking bout a nigga walk past you
Bitch stole my blunt and said she love my tattoos
I'm that dude, I slang wood, that bamboo
But when she driving on that dick she a damn fool
I don't need no niggas in my section
All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches ah
I don't need no niggas in my section
All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches ah
All these bitches I don't wanna see no niggas
All these bitches I don't wanna see no niggas
Really really though, all these bitches I don't want 'em niggas
'Cause dem real niggas posted up, already with us, yeah
It's a habit, in the club I do magic
F*cking with these ratchets no purses they got baskets
It's a hand out, these bitches high fiening guess they're addicts
And I ask them are you in like Patrick
Playing with the pussy like it's madden
Fire like a dragon
One say she like me then they all bandwagon
Cheerleadin' ass hoes, but they pretty like a pageant
She said she'd let me cut, I had to stab it, fo' real though
I don't need no niggas in my section
All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches ah
I don't need no niggas in my section
All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches ah
All these bitches I don't wanna see no niggas
All these bitches I don't wanna see no niggas
Really really though, all these bitches I don't want 'em niggas
'Cause dem real niggas posted up, already with us, yeah
Audemar, big bitch, big tipper
Supper club, 20,000 for the liquor
You see the bitch I'm with, you'll probably never get her
No count bottles, they for broke niggas
Been the corner, posted up, what the dome give her
Money flowin' like a wet pussy, thats a long river
So you got your bitch on lock, I'll Slim Jim her
It's that time of the month f*ck timber
All my niggas got a bottle with a blunt lit up
Before you cop up, throw your set up, ha
In this bitch, to the club lights lit up
Leave with her, a big spender, a big shoutout, ha
Take Illuminati all through your body
She blow me like a twelve gauge shawty you feel me
Pull up in the 'rari, the f*ckin' life of the party
I'm getting hoes regardless before this rap shit, I'm honest
I don't need no niggas in my section
All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches ah
I don't need no niggas in my section
All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches ah
All these bitches I don't wanna see no niggas
All these bitches I don't wanna see no niggas
Really really though, all these bitches I don't want 'em niggas
'Cause dem real niggas posted up, already with us, yeah
