[Hook: Juicy J]
I keep a lot of heat, like Pat Riley
Got them tools for your body parts, like O'Reilly
I ain't joking n***a, my name ain't Rickey Smiley
Fall up in the club, and we start wilding
I keep a lot of heat, like Pat Riley
Got them tools for your body parts, like O'Reilly
I ain't joking n***a, my name ain't Rickey Smiley
Fall up in the club, and we start wilding
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
These n***as out here snitching, they with the Rat Pack
Hit 'em with the chopper that's the rat trap
Find 'em in a trash bag off the interstate
House full of gangster n***as never renovate
You snitching you deserve to die, bloody murder
Hating on another n***a cause his trap t**ng
Oh you mad cause he f**ed your b**h, boy you a ho
What the f** do you expect, a ho gone be a ho
And your ho is a pro, f** every n***a she know
You love her dirty drawers so you can't let her go
You out here chasing p**y, you should be chasing commas
I'll cut your fingers off, and mail them to your momma
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Banana clip is guaranteed to knock you down
n***as talking loud, 'till I come around
(Pussies, what they talking 'bout)... not a sound
Thought he was living life, 'till he met the ground
AK-47, that's my gun walk
I don't run my mouth, I let the gun talk
I'm in love with this Nina can't you see it ho
She got a body on her so I had to let her go
I'm bout to start a riot
I'm on a money diet
I'm from the Mafia ho, so I wouldn't try it
He was screaming, crying
So I didn't buy it
Let the pistol sing to the n***a, like Mariah
[Hook]