Released: April 20, 2014
Songwriter: C4Bombs Young Thug
Producer: C4Bombs
[Intro]
Ayy, C4, ayy, ayy, bro (Ayy, C4)
You caught ride there, brodie (Ayy, C4 caught ride there, brodie)
Who that?
C4
Caught ride there
[Chorus]
I don't mean to bother
But can you please call my lawyer?
I'm like oh my God, yeah
I'm like oh my God, yeah
And I seen her from afar
She ain't never got to wor'
I'm like oh my God, yeah
I'm like oh my God, yeah
[Verse 1]
Oh my God, you got me hard, I'ma listen to you, iPod
Be with me, turn you to God, STD, I run my ward
It smell good, I'ma put it on my lip
Treat me like your baby, let me put it on your hip
I won't tell nobody, had to tell you off the rip
Cut my mouth off, put it in a Ziploc bag and zip
I wanna see your face, baby plеase take your shades off
I don't wanna go back and forth likе a seesaw
I just wanna fuck and make your bell ring, ding dong
Foreign, foreign, foreign, Japanese, French, Hong Kong
[Chorus]
I don't mean to bother
But can you please call my lawyer?
I'm like oh my God, yeah
I'm like oh my God, yeah
And I seen her from afar
She ain't never got to wor'
I'm like oh my God, yeah
I'm like oh my God, yeah
[Verse 2]
Collect phone call, all these bitches wanna fuck
Baby, I'll buy you a whole lot of fish like Truck
Got a whole lot of foreign bitches, they look just like ducks
I'm a real old school nigga, I just wanna roll
Presidential bitches, knock 'em down like I'm bowling
My lil' woadie got the best out, he deserve a trophy
I'ma show her, ain't no concert, you know I'ma show up
Check the pulse, check the motion, Rolie-polie, 'olie, 'olie
C4 on the beat, C4 got a freak
Thugger got a Jeep, no doors on that bitch
Stuff those hoes inside of it, put them hoes on me
You ain't got a beat, MTV jam of the week
[Chorus]
I don't mean to bother
But can you please call my lawyer?
I'm like oh my God, yeah
I'm like oh my God, yeah
And I seen her from afar
She ain't never got to wor'
I'm like oh my God, yeah
I'm like oh my God, yeah
Ayy, C4, ayy, ayy, bro (Ayy, C4)
You caught ride there, brodie (Ayy, C4 caught ride there, brodie)
Who that?
C4
Caught ride there
[Chorus]
I don't mean to bother
But can you please call my lawyer?
I'm like oh my God, yeah
I'm like oh my God, yeah
And I seen her from afar
She ain't never got to wor'
I'm like oh my God, yeah
I'm like oh my God, yeah
[Verse 1]
Oh my God, you got me hard, I'ma listen to you, iPod
Be with me, turn you to God, STD, I run my ward
It smell good, I'ma put it on my lip
Treat me like your baby, let me put it on your hip
I won't tell nobody, had to tell you off the rip
Cut my mouth off, put it in a Ziploc bag and zip
I wanna see your face, baby plеase take your shades off
I don't wanna go back and forth likе a seesaw
I just wanna fuck and make your bell ring, ding dong
Foreign, foreign, foreign, Japanese, French, Hong Kong
[Chorus]
I don't mean to bother
But can you please call my lawyer?
I'm like oh my God, yeah
I'm like oh my God, yeah
And I seen her from afar
She ain't never got to wor'
I'm like oh my God, yeah
I'm like oh my God, yeah
[Verse 2]
Collect phone call, all these bitches wanna fuck
Baby, I'll buy you a whole lot of fish like Truck
Got a whole lot of foreign bitches, they look just like ducks
I'm a real old school nigga, I just wanna roll
Presidential bitches, knock 'em down like I'm bowling
My lil' woadie got the best out, he deserve a trophy
I'ma show her, ain't no concert, you know I'ma show up
Check the pulse, check the motion, Rolie-polie, 'olie, 'olie
C4 on the beat, C4 got a freak
Thugger got a Jeep, no doors on that bitch
Stuff those hoes inside of it, put them hoes on me
You ain't got a beat, MTV jam of the week
[Chorus]
I don't mean to bother
But can you please call my lawyer?
I'm like oh my God, yeah
I'm like oh my God, yeah
And I seen her from afar
She ain't never got to wor'
I'm like oh my God, yeah
I'm like oh my God, yeah