[Intro: iShaan]
Ha
We bouta fool, it's iShaan
Ay L-O call Easy, we bouta mob
Ah, let's hit the mall
Uh, all I hear is money machines, AH
Pass me that bag right there
Uh huh, let's fill the car up real quick, right
IShaan, iShaan
[Verse 1: iShaan the Rit God]
Niggas always saying mi casa, su casa
But most of these niggas lying, Mufasa
The polo doctor, dark shades like big poppa
Bottles of vodka, lightsabers like Chewbacca
Block like Zach Randolph, step on green like a play golf
The baddest bitches running back, just to get a hand off
I tell em' keep the change, dimes and nickles is weak
They still sit it in the bag, quarter back sneak
Nike T-shirt, Bo Jackson sneaks
Suited up, like i'm bouta run a track meet
Yo girl tryna get wifed, but that's not me
The only language that she speak is skeet skeet
Polo bed spreads, those my freak sheets
Smash her in the Yukon, until the seats squeak
They think they Big Meech, Larry Hoover
I think ya'll got alot of dreams, Martin Luther
And let em' know that i'm a villian, Lex Luger
And let em' know im old school, Beach Cruiser
And all these niggas making comments, Youtubers
Dallas Mavericks, I keep a team full of shooters
My weekly dinner arrangements is PF Changs
You better break fast playing iHop games
Diamonds playing lazer tag in my mans chain
Team full of real niggas, Wu Tang Clan
[Verse 2: Detroit L-O]
I hit the mall, pop some tags, checks like a Nike box
Just came from the mall, she let me hit her in her Nike Shox
Hit J. Alexanders, Benihanas, or the PFC
Meal came quick, you would think my chef was Lil B
Every time I pull a loaf, these females be surrounding me
L-O be that dog, but these ladies blood hounding me
I'm the king, they crowning me, cuz i'm that one
I keep a check on the side, like an Air Force One
You Keep talking slick, get your mouth peeled
Yo girl a freak, she stay next to the D, like Southfield
Just watch when I get out here, watch my bank do math
Been spitting bars since iShaan lived over on Schoolcraft
By any means I gotta get it
Have my bro put the J's to your head, like Toronto fitteds
Bitch
I bang out, hang out, niggas pulled the Range out
L-O the cashier, how i'm pulling change out
[Interlude: Easy Dae]
Woooooo boy
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Bitch
[Verse 3: Easy Dae]
Sit back, relax
Bitch let me smack that ass, in fact
Yea my niggas run hoes, so how about we back track
Don't want that pussy, no no, too easy, naw scratch that
You got alot of brain, so how bout' you throw yo head back
Thick fine thang, yea that's a damn shame
Beat the pussy up, got you running like a freight train
Since we on the same track, yea that's a great thang
I like my bitches tall, something like a Great Dane
The bitch i'm spittin' bout', I met her when I hit the mall
Cash the ol' Louis, Gucci, Prada, she got it all
Now that's the chick I wanna see when I hit the mall
[Outro: L-O, Easy & iShaan]
Yea, nigga
Ya'll niggas ain't fucking with us when we hit the mall
Got bitches
Got the clothes, got the shoes, got the Gucci, all you wanna fuck with nigga
We got yo girl nigga, fuck you mean
Boy
Bitch
Ain't no Big Sean but we say it, Boy
IShaan in this bitch, nigga Detroit L-O nigga
What up nigga, YEA, told ya'll niggas we about to hit the mall
Fuck you nigga
When I hit the mall
Ay nigga, ay yo girl told you about when we ran stos nigga?
Niggas bitches is calling me, these bitches really calling me
I'm so serious, I wish ya'll could see the call log right now
Niggas bitches is calling me
I'm so serious, it's more than a song, niggas bitches is really calling
