Photobomb JG Trigga (Ft. Flo Rida)

[Intro]
Bro, did you see that capa chick, Heather tonight?
Yeah dude I think I wanna smash, she was all over me
She totally wants it, I mean how could she not?
I basically have an 8 pack
But I don’t know I’m pretty sure she’s hooked up with that D-bag, Miles, last weekend
And I heard he has like crabs or something but then again she’s DTF
So whatever man, don’t judge me
Just grab some field, play ball
I just want a shot, I didn’t clear my mind
Maybe play some VP or flip cup, girls like that shit
Wait, dude, isn’t that Heather right there, taking a selfie with Flo Rida?
Dude, photobomb!

[Verse 1: JG Trigga]
Photobomb bitches Instagrams
I wanna be a fool, just pint of gram
Remedy in my head
Clear me, dear me, get out of my head
Couple shots in the building right here
Tonight taking selfies right here
End of my rear, go kiss it right there
I’m living it tonight, get off of my hair
I don’t give a damn bout your opinion
Wanna get all of my people singing
Ace it high, all the bitches looking basic
IPhone, Android tell them where’s the place is
Cooking them pans, pink salmon
Don’t need to rent a car, got that Alamo
Warner Brothers, warn a brother, they calling you
Better hide your bread, they after you