Yg - Honestly Lyrics

Yg fo' hundred! But you already know
Stop tryna act like you don't bitch
You we're just at my house last night, the fuck?
Actin like you don't know who I am and shit
Ay mustard man I swear to God
I just wanna talk shit on this beat man
I swear man, it's all I wanna do bro! Mustard on the beat hoe!

It's west side fo' fingers
Hoes feenin' I don't want em
We got weed, bring sw bereishers hoe
Break em down and roll em hoe
Say I write like poet hoe
You ain't even knowin
That I just just be flowin
I like weed 'cause we be flowin
Fuck nigga you ain't on it

Yo bitch wanna fuck shutup
Bitch I got the burner
Slap that bitch like ike turner
Nigga don't trip, you ain't with that
I specialize in click clack
So you better beat that
Nigga just spit
I'm the man of my city
Run that bitch like p. Diddy
Always got some goons

Always always got some goons with me
Like a bad bitch with ass
Like a bad bitch with titties
Yup I like that, you like that?
Well just hit me on my ichat
I'm a bullcat so big I stay high but I'm bull doe
Smokin on a big red, eatin a bowl of bereal
With my nigga mustard' so catch up
You niggas weak
On yo girlfriend face
That's where my niggas be

I'll eat it from the back
I'll eat it from the front
I'll eat it from the back
I'll eat it from the front
I'll eat it from the back
I'll eat it from the front
'Cause I swear I don't give a fuck

Do you want it from the back
Or you want it from the front
Do you want it from the back
Or you want it from the front
Do you want it from the back
Or you want it from the front
'Cause I swear I don't give a fuck ayy

All day I'm in the studio trappin
Sometimes I sit back and think
"What the fuck I'm doin rappin? "
Till my simple niggas was braggin
Sometimes I sit back and think
"Why all these bitches ratchet? "
I'm the captain of my team
I'm the boss, you're a hoe
Yo bitch chill with me for the night
(That's if I show)

If I hit it she gon' snitch and let the whole world know
"Nigga say he fucked my bitch! "
So what? You is broke!
You a mm you a bitch!
Then the homie beat yo ass
Yeah the homie said he ran up on you and socked yo ass
Nigga I'm the fuckin realist
Only fake niggas hate

The homies be drug dealin
Hope they never catch a case
I rep pusha inc. The label
Count money like mathematics
In a room with some weed
And bitches who acrobatic
Buddha room
What it roo
Shit I'm chillin with some bitches
When they come to me like jet li
These bitches wanna kick it!

I'll eat it from the back
I'll eat it from the front
I'll eat it from the back
I'll eat it from the front
I'll eat it from the back
I'll eat it from the front
'Cause I swear I don't give a fuck
Do you want it from the back

Or you want it from the front
Do you want it from the back
Or you want it from the front
Do you want it from the back
Or you want it from the front
'Cause I swear I don't give a fuck ayy

Yeah, niggas should already know
What it is, pusha inc the label
Connected to money and bitches like
Cable all day 24 7 no sleep nigga, we up, all night, muhfucka
Bitch better learn some
Bitch come over my house you
Better bring weed and burn some nigga
Some real pimp shit goin on
West side fo' fingas bietch act like ya know!