[Verse 1: Pouya]
I stuck to myself and it worked out
Middle finger to you rappers in the dirt now
Stop callin ma phone, i dont wanna get booked
Sheryl should've put the p**y out from the jump
These ghetto type rappers needa let go
Can't even match the mans tempo, nontheless the style
Got her sweating out the p**y, looking like she ran a mile
100 miles for a hoe to get dick, white trash from conneticut
She even let everyone in the sprinter hit
Gotta hope that the condom on my dick don't slip
Pull up with a Glock and a flock, ready to pop off for nothin'
The old man be working, the young man be stuntin'
Get from my face i don't want a discussion
I already know that my music disgustin'
[Verse 2: Ramirez]
Ey!
Fall in love with the p**y, man you got the game f**ed up
Every b**h in this world just another s*ut
Get my dick s**ed and kick 'em out the door
Cold hearted ramirez, i'll never love a f**ing hoe
G-5-9 till the day i f**ing die, suicidal thoughts runnin' inside of my f**ing mind
Membrane lobe on the c**aine, swervin' in another motherf**ing six lane
Hold up..
b**h i be pimpin', i'm f**ing these women
I'm raw-doggin' hoes in the back of the building
I feel like a villian, i twist and then smoke the prescription
There's no competition, ya feel me?
b**h i'm a god damn pimp, no love for a hoe when i look for a trick, the game is too thick
I soft it up quick, when i say it's all over, you better believe that sh**