Instructions - G-Eazy, YG

You know?

Or do you?

Uh, lil bitch

Give no fucks about no status

My lil baby, you can’t touch it

Talkin' that blah-blah that rah-rah

Ah, ah, ah, I can’t trust it

Brand new Zara, aha-ha, y’all still ballin' on a budget

Ben Baller chain way too big, ain’t no way for me to tuck it

G-Wagon or the Lamb Truck, copped both, I said «fuck it»

Shootin' shots, my shit wetty, if the bitch ready, we fuckin'

It’s been awhile, she been turned down, had to give the bitch instructions

Use two hands when you suck it, like a Birkin bag, now she clutch it

Tapped in with my bro Hit, I seen him, I said «what up?»

Late nights, I’m a vampire, I’m staying up till sun up

Heard the beat, my first thought is «I'm bout to beat this the fuck up»

Talkin' all that tough talk, like «fuckboy, come run up»

Real life star like Ringo

Real life fly ass gringo

Yay Area my lingo

Yaddadamean, I’m him now

Really I’m a real life cheat code

Hit five in a row like Bingo

She on my line like free throw

Do you yaddadamean though?

Filipino, she from Chico, I can’t fuck no weak ho

She gon' deepthroat, she gon' make that pussy pop like Clicquot

What a freak ho

She wanna party at the casa, she said «bring your amigos»

Give no fucks about no status

My lil baby, you can’t touch it

Talkin' that blah-blah that rah-rah

Ah, ah, ah, I can’t trust it

Brand new Zara, aha-ha, y’all still ballin' on a budget

Ben Baller chain way too big, ain’t no way for me to tuck it

G-Wagon or the Lamb Truck, copped both, I said «fuck it»

Shootin' shots, my shit wetty, if the bitch ready, we fuckin'

It’s been awhile, she been turned down, had to give the bitch instructions

Use two hands when you suck it, like a Birkin bag, now she clutch it

I told her fuck me, I pick you outta that

When you have some good pussy, you feel like you in a bucket

Claiming he went gangster, you’s a groupie boy, you a puppet

You might as well come work for me and go kill a op, fuck it

We don’t like ops, we gon' fight ops, they duckin'

Seems like the op sponsored by Nike, how they runnin'

Maybach, back-to-back Ferraris, after that that’s how we

Pulled up with a weak bitch, her stomach

Y dirty, you know that

From the back, you can blow that

I know where the money at, no Jack

She get it crazy like Kodak

I really don’t play, you should know that

Anything you need, we

A hoe full of, no fact

Hair all hers, no Jack

Give no fucks about no status

My lil baby, you can’t touch it

Talkin' that blah-blah that rah-rah

Ah, ah, ah, I can’t trust it

Brand new Zara, aha-ha, y’all still ballin' on a budget

Ben Baller chain way too big, ain’t no way for me to tuck it

G-Wagon or the Lamb Truck, copped both, I said «fuck it»

Shootin' shots, my shit wetty, if the bitch ready, we fuckin'

It’s been awhile, she been turned down, had to give the bitch instructions

Use two hands when you suck it, like a Birkin bag, now she clutch it