[Intro: Talking]
Tell him to keep that
Yeah just play the track stop cuttin it off
And lemme-lemme pop my sh**
It is what it is hehe
f** is ya'll n***as doing?
You ready b**h?
What up what up whatup?
Yo Yo Yo Yo!
[Verse 1]
Who want it? Who-who want it?
Which n***a little goon is gettin stewed with a onion?
n***as all cute til the roogs in abundance
And ya dude get to running with the womb in his stomach
b**h n***a, b**h get ya n***a
All these n***as just a little food for the dinner
And these n***as better tuck in their little j**els when I enter
Cause your b**h hot n***a finna f** up the fun
Don't f** with your b**h when the rum in her punch
I might dance on these n***as but the gun in the bu*t
The gold Jimmy's little mirror little stun in the clutch
And don't slip up little n***a, 'fore the stun in your nuts
Yo' dude bout to f** up your trust
He gonna run when I hit ya, put you under the pump
You gonna run with your n***a, now you close enough
To shoot once in the throat leave ya both in a slump (huh)
Go head go head n***a pop off
You can get your fam and your man's and them shot off
I'mma get the AMS for ya and blow your top off
sh** funny til the gun in your face
You better run with your n***a, better open the safe
You better come up with the money better show up the weight
I'm gonna come with gorillas cause I run with the apes
And put shots in your bu*t like you wanted the cake
[Interlude: Talking]
Word
Most of ya'll n***as is f**ing p**y out here
Like I'll slap all ya'll n***as in the face
All in the mouth and All in the sh**
Like where ya'll n***a's be comin from?
Ya'll n***as is not from New York
[Verse 2]
Ok Ok Ok Ok
b**hes better quit that chat
These b**hes better hold up with the yizzap-yap
I grips the 5th then click-clizzack clack
I hate to have to blow your little wig all back
I mean I hate to see you with your wig off b**h
I see you tryna come and get on b**h
You gonna trip, slip, fall land and lick on dick
It be the same n***a bout to come and lick on this
Scram hit the breeze
You a fan b**h please
Don't sit up in my presence of ya lil bambin
Don't get it at ya residence and get it so clean
Cause I'm slicker with the evidence and b**hes won't speak
And we can freak with your man this week
Bad b**hes, you a nickel and your p**y game weak
I'm fickle and my p**y named peach
I can disappear and let the p**y game speak
Let the p**y game speak
n***a's know the center of the p**y stay pink
All these b**hes better keep it going light feet
'fore I reach and that thing go BRRRRRRRRRAAAAAHHHHH!
[Outro: Talking]
What?
Hahahaha
f** outta here ya'll little internet a** b**hes
Like I really do this
Like n***a's is in Tokyo right now
Like come on ya'll b**hes is still on Myspace and YouTube tryna get ya'll little video views up to a million
Like come on ya'll b**hes ain't f**ing with me
Like what kind amoney is ya'll b**hes really even getting for shows
Like is ya'll b**hes even doing shows?
Like come on like. Like come on, like ya'll b**hes is out here tryna like f** these little rap n***as and f** these little basketball players and sh**
Like I'm getting this money for real for real for real
Come on now
sh**!