เนื้อเพลง Honestly - YG

YG fo' hundred! But you already know.
Stop tryna act like you don't b*tch, you we're just at my house last night, the f*ck?
Actin like you don't know who I am and sh*t.
Ay Mustard man I swear to god I just wanna talk sh*t on this beat man, I swear man, it's all I wanna do bro! Mustard on the beat hoe!

[Verse 1:]
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
F*ck n*gga you ain't on it
Yo b*tch wanna f*ck shutup
B*tch I got the burner
Slap that b*tch like Ike Turner
N*gga don't trip, you ain't with that
I specialize in click clack
So you better beat that
N*gga just spit
I'm the man of my city
Run that b*tch like P. Diddy
Always got some goons
Always always got some goons with me
Like a bad b*tch with ass,
like a bad b*tch 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 n*gga Mustard' So catch up
You n*ggas weak.
On yo girlfriend face,
That's where my n*ggas be

[Hook:]
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 f*ck
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 f*ck Ayy

[Verse 2:]
All day I'm in the studio trappin
Sometimes I sit back and think,
"what the f*ck I'm doin rappin?"
Till my simple n*ggas was braggin
Sometimes I sit back and think
"Why all these b*tches ratchet?"
I'm the captain of my team
I'm the boss, you're a hoe
Yo b*tch chill with me for the night
(That's if I show)
If I hit it she gon' snitch and let the whole world know
"N*gga say he f*cked my b*tch!"
So what? You is broke!
You a mmm You a b*tch!
Then the homie beat yo ass
Yeah the homie said he ran up on you and socked yo ass
N*gga I'm the f*ckin realist
Only fake n*ggas 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 b*tches who acrobatic
Buddha room
What it roo
Sh*t I'm chillin with some b*tches
When they come to me like Jet Li
These b*tches wanna kick it!

[Hook]

Yeah, n*ggas should already know what it is, Pusha Inc the label.
Connected to money and b*tches like cable all day 24/7 no sleep n*gga, we up, all night, muhf*cka.
B*tch better learn some. B*tch come over my house you better bring weed and burn some n*gga.
Some real pimp sh*t goin on, west side fo' fingas BIETCH act like ya know!