Hardwood Floors Lil B

[Intro]
Aw, man
Y'know what I'm sayin'? We in this shit everyday man
Where the blunts at? Light up, light up
All these hoes fuckin' wit' us man
Yeah
Lookin' over the quarter million view type shit, y'know what I'm sayin'?
Young nigga type shit

[Verse 1]
Told the bitch jump when she fuckin' wit' the crew
She a faggot ass ho, everybody gon' shoot
Call me Fredo Santana with the birds in the roof
Catch me on the three point, all my niggas tryna shoot
Take the girl off the bench, make the ho fuck the crew
Need a couple cheerleaders, I ain't fuckin' wit' the divas
Mane, a bitch talkin' shit? I'ma see ya when I see ya
Fuck James Harden, he a real cheerleader (Figaro)
Fuck Westbrook, he ain't never rep the west
I ain't never seen him, he look like a ref
Westbrook a referee, he never smoked tree
He never made it rain, he ain't from the west
You know Lil B, he been from the west
Catch me in the hood or catch me in the projects
You know Lil B, he been from the west
Catch me in the hood or catch me in the projects (Figaro)