Cabin Fever

Wiz Knalifa

Yeah
Yeaah
Hahahahaha
You n*ggas know its the gang or kill yourself right?
Yeaah
Yup
Red hat black chucks black 501's on
That's your baby momma but her numbers in my iPhone
Yea I got a girl but I swear I need a newer b*tch
Let her out the house and I'll be leaving here with your b*tch
I'm flyin in a different city every night
Got everything I ever wanted so this can't be life
Breaking down the weed I'm bout to make a plane
A hundred n*ggas with me all reppin taylor gang

Yeaaahahhhh b*tch
Okaaayyyy
Yeaah
Yup
Lot of n*ggas fake but me I'm these hoes fate
Feed her alcohol and leave that b*tch with no taste
Out of this world need my own space
Back seat and I'm a ride until the chrome break
Big heat will turn your body to a cold case
She don't even make it rain she just throw me face
Got some n*ggas quick to bang like they major pain
Told her mom I rep the gang she just say the same

Yeaaaaahhhhh b*tch

[Chorus]
If you see em point em out
If you see em point em out

There's a bad b*tch in here
If you see her point her out

There's a bad b*tch in here
If you see her point her out

Yeeeaaahh yupp

You show up to concerts looking like a fan
I pull up in car service looking like the man
Hella reefer smoke a lot of pictures being taken
My b*tch from Atlanta my weed is Jamaican
I don't talk much too many n*ggas hatin
Bout a booty that's my type of conversation
I dropped a little change on these hater frames
Took her car keys and let her played the way
Yeaaah..b*tch

[Chorus]
If you see em point em out
If you see em point em out

There's a bad b*tch in here
If you see her point her out

There's a bad b*tch in here
If you see her point her out

Yeeeaaahh yupp

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