Bring Dat Ass Here

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, gang, gang, yeah, gang, yeah
[?], what up? Huh? Let's get it

[Chorus]
Bring that ass here, boy, bring that cash here, boy
Bring that bag here, boy, your lookin'-ass here, boy
I got a rash here, boy, money right here, boy
But them clowns we take 'em down like, "Bring that ass here, boy"
Bring that ass here, boy, bring that ass here, boy
Me and foe 'nem ass been thumbin' like some cashiers, boy
Bring that ass here, boy, bring that ass here, boy
We been checkin' and finessin' for these past years, boy

[Verse 1]
Now, bring that ass here, boy, fuck you mean?
Them ain't Robins on your ass, lil' boy, them Levi jeans
Your goof'-ass ain't got no cash, lil' boy, you dirty thing
And people know I keep a roll, on my bro, fuck you mean?
Hell yeah, fuckin' right I fucked your bitch, she sucked it right
She eat the dick like every night, can't eat the bitch, no appetite
I'd rather eat off sellin' white, you Barrymore, no Barry White, or KKK, that's very white
We killed your mans, a scary sight, we sell them drugs and carry pipes
And I might fuck your wife, do it right, do it twice
Boy, your ass look like a mice, better yet, a fuckin' rat
'Cause you a rat on your team, bring that ass here, boy
Nah, I ain't jokin', fuck you mean? Flat goofy

[Chorus]
Bring that ass here, boy, bring that cash here, boy
Bring that bag here, boy, your lookin'-ass here, boy
I got a rash here, boy, money right here, boy
But them clowns we take 'em down like, "Bring that ass here, boy"
Bring that ass here, boy, bring that ass here, boy
Me and foe 'nem ass been thumbin' like some cashiers, boy
Bring that ass here, boy (Verse two), bring that ass here, boy
We been checkin' and finessin' for these past years, boy

[Verse 2]
Pop out on the opps like, "Ayy, boy, bring that ass here"
Get up on their ass so smooth, we like cashmere
Blow him back in time, he coolin' up in last year
Whole time, we smoked so many of 'em this past year
Whole time, niggas ain't really with it, they flexers
But me, I'm a SIG boy, Taurus, or the Beretta
Ruger with the mop, no chops, 'Ks, or Hecklers
It's WIIIC City K, I'm a Stretch Gang stretcher
What's my profession? Thirty-shot Smith & Wesson
Oops, I'm flexin', gettin' gwop, bitch, that's checkin'
Ridin' and finessin', tryna get all my blessings
Free Manny Fresh, man, Eberhart and the S, man

[Chorus]
Bring that ass here, boy, bring that cash here, boy
Bring that bag here, boy, your lookin'-ass here, boy
I got a rash here, boy, money right here, boy
But them clowns we take 'em down like, "Bring that ass here, boy"
Bring that ass here, boy, bring that ass here, boy
Me and foe 'nem ass been thumbin' like some cashiers, boy
Bring that ass here, boy, bring that ass here, boy
We been checkin' and finessin' for these past years, boy