[Intro: YG]
Mustard on the beat, ho!
[Chorus: YG]
Mama ain't raise no fool (No)
Daddy told me never leave the house without my tool (Oh)
Grandpa told me never trust a sucka nigga from the streets (Streets)
Grandma said she love me (Ugh) and she always praying for me
But I just wanna party, I don’t wanna hurt nobody
I just wanna party, I don't wanna hurt nobody
I just wanna party, I don't wanna hurt nobody
But I’ll beat the fuck out of a nigga, why you bullshittin'?
[Verse 1: YG]
I'm drunk off Hennessy, hope I don't run into my enemies
That dark liquor give you energy
Now I ain't rich, but I'm finna be
Your baby mama's a flip, she wanna hit a G (Aww, shit!)
I'm back on that bullshit
If she ain't fucking, then that's bullshit
I can't die, I got too much to live for
I'm getting money, that's what niggas rob and kill for
Fucking with Tenisha and Keisha
But when Keisha see Tenisha, she gon' whoop her ass, ugh
All my homies gangbangers
They dry their clothes on hangers, ugh
All these hoes fucking
But they don't wanna seem like a ho, so you gotta hit 'em on the low (Hit 'em on the D-low!)
Westside, get-money gang
Socked him out for tripping, he lost his watch and his earrings
Mustard on the beat, ho!
[Chorus: YG]
Mama ain't raise no fool (No)
Daddy told me never leave the house without my tool (Oh)
Grandpa told me never trust a sucka nigga from the streets (Streets)
Grandma said she love me (Ugh) and she always praying for me
But I just wanna party, I don’t wanna hurt nobody
I just wanna party, I don't wanna hurt nobody
I just wanna party, I don't wanna hurt nobody
But I’ll beat the fuck out of a nigga, why you bullshittin'?
[Verse 1: YG]
I'm drunk off Hennessy, hope I don't run into my enemies
That dark liquor give you energy
Now I ain't rich, but I'm finna be
Your baby mama's a flip, she wanna hit a G (Aww, shit!)
I'm back on that bullshit
If she ain't fucking, then that's bullshit
I can't die, I got too much to live for
I'm getting money, that's what niggas rob and kill for
Fucking with Tenisha and Keisha
But when Keisha see Tenisha, she gon' whoop her ass, ugh
All my homies gangbangers
They dry their clothes on hangers, ugh
All these hoes fucking
But they don't wanna seem like a ho, so you gotta hit 'em on the low (Hit 'em on the D-low!)
Westside, get-money gang
Socked him out for tripping, he lost his watch and his earrings
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