[DJ Ace]
Yeah, n***a
South Top Dawg DJ Ace and Trap-A-Holics, n***a
We up out this motherf**er, man
It's a wrap, n***a
Twin Towers the mixtape, man
Waka Flocka, Salute Me or Shoot Me part two coming real soon, man
You mark-a** n***as say you working, right?
Well, you ain't working hard enough, n***a
I wanna see you work with some n***as who ain't on
And put some n***as on, you know what I'm talking about?
Y'all n***as some industry-a** n***as, man
Hey, Slim
Hey, Dunkin
Man, give them some of this sh** right quick
Before we get up out of here, man
I'm gone, n***a
DJ Ace, Trap-A-Holics, n***a
Gone
[Slim Dunkin]
They say I couldn't acapella, I said: "Stop it, fella"
'Bout the cheese and the bread, nickname should be mozarella
Don't hate me, your girl want to date me
Your mama too old, she want to statutory rape me
Pay attention, I'm rapping with no beat
To other rapper, that's like standing in the cold with no heat
No adlib, no stack, one take, one track
Question mark over they head, like: "How the f** I'ma do that?"
Y'all n***as gonna be mad at me, frown your face up, be sad at me
But I'ma keep going, Mr. Energizer battery
I'm co*king the banger, twisting my finger
Robbed a Mexican, he like: "I speaka no ingla"
Me llamo Slim Dunkin, you moving, I'm dumping
Zip it, no como te llamas, no nothing
Y'all n***as gonna be upset, I'd get your whole clique wet
I'ma Cam'ron y'all n***as, better Dipset
Get gone 'cause I don't play and when I co*k the K
Your troops gonna scream: "Mayday, mayday!"
I was happy for y'all n***as to do a song with me
Thought y'all was on my level, f** wrong with me?
Dunkin