[Verse 1: Thugga]
I pop some Percocets
Then I pop some Xanax
Sitting back, strapped, co*ked
Plotting on your man next
Jack a n***a for his work
And stretch it like some Spandex
He hesitate, I spray and leave him
Like a Tampex – oops, I meant a Tampax
b**h, I keep that anthrax
I can get your man wacked, for a couple Tan packs
Shoot off your Sedan lap
n***a, I demand stacks
I ain't playing, black
b**h, I be spraying Macs
All type of guns with accessories
I'm like Cosby for the bills
I need mills like Stephanie
p**y n***as can't stand next to me
I've got dope and ecstasy
Keep em floating like both of the levees breached
80s baby but my soul from the 70s
Worldwide game like a travelled the 7 seas
n***as ain't OG, scary lil b**h, please
Tune ate p**y in the can, Frisky
[Verse 2: Raw Dizzy]
I got 10 up on my pinky ring and 20 on my bracelet
Now these n***as kissing a**, but they can't say sh**
I'm just here to separate the real from the fake sh**
I told you, I was coming n I'm sorry for the wait
I gotta get this money
Mane, it's right here in my face
I got the Devil on my back
I don't wanna be up in that place
My mom tell me to be safe
I just keep running in these streets
I can't stop f**in with these hoes
But I say I'm just doing me
b**h, I'm a 9th Ward n***a
Mason street, D&G
That Flordia right by the D they need to free my n***a B
I ain't the type of person to be running from no beef
Those f**ing guns are gonna be bursting
Somebody knocked off their feet
So watch your f**ing mouth
Before you end up on that floor and stop
Acting like you're hard cause
You know you've been a ho
I told you out the gate I'm not the fake
I gotta say it, please excuse
Almost forgot I'm all Dizzy by the way
[Verse 3: Flow]
Money over b**hes, b**h I'm coming for the check
Vampire living, b**h I'm coming for your neck
Raw! I'm sharp, my swagger like an X
I'm a motherf**ing monster
I rap like I'm possessed
Call me Mr. Still Smoking, smoke it in a paper
The game is a b**h, hold her down and rape her
Yes I am a Blood but I be wylin' with my skaters
We probably smoking flavors bumping Tyler the Creator
I'm a Eastside native, all my n***as Soo Woopin'
They went crazy when they heard I had a song
With Lil Tunechi, b**h!
Get some ice and pour my Sprite
And light my bong and my doobies
f** your producer
I'm the one that be producing my music
I'm a hippie surrounded by a lot of pot
Pot is in me
Drop ya like an Otterbox
Sleeping on me like I'm rapping with a blanket
k** a n***a have him thinking that he planking
[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
All-red plaid shirt, skinny a** jeans on
Them goons at your front door, choppers out, ding dong
Didn't I change the game and put my motherf**ing team on
Now let my chopper ring
“Baka!” is my ringtone
f** you ho-a** n***as, I get money and get over hoes
We hold court with them heaters
“Pop!” case open/closed
Looking for a b**h to hop up on my totem pole
And my blunt be stupid-fat, double-stuffed – Oreos
I get loaded til I motherf**ing overload
Been rapping, flows still tight like aerobic's clothes
Ask them b**hes, I told em hoes
They back it up like Sunnydrive and Bronx Tale Cologero
Lighter in my pocket, light the sky rocket
Pull em hammers out and run them n***a's like Stockings
Got some n***as from my city
Thugga, Dizzy, Flow
Sorry 4 the Wait, coming soon, Carter IV, b**h!