[Intro]
Generation Y 1989, motherfucker

[Verse 1]
One time for the n***as on the left side (left side)
Two times for the hoes on the right side (right side)
Three times for the VIP
And I'd be riding thru the hood like I ain't got shit
But she be giving out gifts like Santa Claus
N***as stay checking on the catalog (catalog)
Pretty face no makeup dog
And no attitude or menopause
She's like, past a 10, no exact just past a 10
This bitch she's fine, she bad, damn
But she got a boyfriend
Bait, this might sound crazy
But every time I come around you I been feelin’ pasty
Your husband said he gone bake me like i’m pastry
But that bitch-made-faggot ain’t got nothing else to face me
Cuz he that type of n***a to send accidental texts on purpose
Just so he could get attention like he earned it
Buy a bitch anything, 90 on the perc
65, 75 closer to that hundred
And when he hit 100 he gone fuck you good, but when I hit 100 I gone fuck you well
This can’t be life, there’s gotta be more
Quote the raven, so I moved to b-more
Searching for the one i hope she look like charli b-more…