Lil B — Shit Yea

[Intro] Yessss Ayy It's ya boy, Lil B Berkeley stand up, yeah [Verse] BasedGod, blowin' 90 blunts I'm on my own shit now, I ain't gotta front Young Boss spit, Wolf Pack crack And she put her tongue out, I'ma hit that Split that, on a mission, mission to fuck her (fuck her) And I'm anxious, anxious to fuck her (fuck her) Now, lights out right now Get that boombox, I'm finna pull the mic out DJ Idol Bitch, yeah, shit, yeah, you're here, shit, yeah 18, wrist, yeah, spitter, wrist, yeah Bitches love me, I'm very hot I make her bend her knees, she gon' never stop Ask Young Bull, ask uncle And I do this, yes I'm full No dumb bulls, just based boys With a busty chick, and she gon' like the boy Brrrangdang, I'm insane I took your bitch, she love my game All day, she love my game 360, I switched games, PS3, no wrist game But you know it, this mane All air, distance, flying persistence [Outro] You feel it? Man it's your boy, Lil B, man You know how we do it, man It's epic, man I'm a Berkeley boy, based boy, mane Bay Area, you feel me? Stand up Brrrang-da-dang-dang Yeah Get outta here, man You know how we do You feel me, this is epic Yeah