[Verse 1: Lyrikile Trife]
I'm counting hundreds while these shook crooks running This cream is addictive like a pill ingested in a junkie's stomach we those intelligent thugs giving you relevant d** you made a name for yourself but called it h**n buzz I'm moving work like fed ex blur my face out blue laced rednecks I don't use d**h threats over drug money some ladies know me I get jiggy pretty I'm a thug honey that thug official I got trust issues but a strong beam when I bust pistols sick goon running with criminals from justice so I bust this for the thugs thieves pimps and hustlers