[Produced by Budd Dwyer]
[Verse 1: Norman Atomic]
Mother f**er pa** the buck
Or should I say bucks?
I could give a f** about ifs, ands, or buts
You still getting cut because this is a team and you not with us
We summing up funds
We funding our sums
To you this is work, to me this fun
Atilla the hun
Dread what we become
We chewing up CEOs and spitting out bums
We never stuck in a rut
Norman Atomic is pissing that mud
Riding clean in the muck
Diamonds gleaming in my semen
Get the meaning?
Now she screaming "Put your seed in my gut"
I'm like:
"s*ut, you f**ing nuts
You best believe I'm about bust
Get on your knees and please just s**"
What?
You got a problem with it?
Well, I could give a f**
I'm finna pluck you like a flower pedal
Drop you back down to that bottom level
[Verse 2: Anthony Mars]
My ambitions as a rider, I'm a shotta bumping Pac and Biggie
Give me the loot, give me the loot
Or you can meet this semi
Listening to Em while I'm smoking and I'm popping pilli's
Switch it to Weezy sipping sleazy thinking about a milli
This that dirty south, cracker, junkie that you heard of
Pill popping, armed robber, always talking slurred up
Chopped and screwed sipping juice f**ing love that syrup
Sick f**, psycho goonies, no them meds won't cure us
This New Orleans, k**ers lurking, maybe rob a tourist
Lord forgive me if I'm slipping and the haters burn us
I just don't know no other way, Scrimmy always f**ed up