Fresh on the beat, so you know that shit Why, why you f*ck with Elaine
Play it like 3HM, get your own lane Sippin' purple drink, blowin' on the stank
West Coast sack, kid, you know why I claim Pippin' on these bitches, let me demonstrate
You fake as a mannequin, this kid's self-made Straight from the bay, don't play me like
The A's You touch a nigga, pay, make me catch a case
In the club, poppin' bottles, breakin' down a sticky
You lame in the back, you can't f*ck with me
Fresh on the beat, so make a mess on these beats
She bust it for me, I'ma make a murder scene, uh
Damn right I'm nasty, I call her like a C If I didn't, don't ask me
After the cheers, tryna get some more bread
Lame ass nigga, got a L on your forehead, kid
Why you f*ckin' with Elaine
Fast cars, bad bars, money and a thang Why you f*ckin' with Elaine
Play it like 3HM, bitch, it ain't a thang
Turn up a fresh, I get him yiking
It's hit after hit, I get it in the mic
Tasting my money, pile up
Bitches hit him with the right
Tell them hoes I'ma get it, you with it
And I don't bite
Got the bottles, I know you ready to jump
Talking sideways till my partners get you slumped
It's a bet, it's a bet, it's a bet, it's a bet
Claiming you ain't with the set
So I pull up and put out these haters to rest
F*ck what you talking, cause you ain't bout that life
And you ain't touch keys, acting like you all that tight
You a punk bitch, and you know that
Your bitch making scenes for a G, no Kodak
I don't give a f*ck about no ho
Riding with your man, think drunk, that's YOLO
You ain't getting my dough though
I pull up to your man, tell him that pussy was so soft