[Verse 1:] On a Grammy, a baby maw on ma dick, no battery Girl I been there, you can stop taggin me (please!) We do different things, so we in different places We pop guns, bottles, models and naked faces (word) I'm in Gucci, Louis, an MCM On a Thursday, I'm your b**h, MCM sh**, let them be them, I put it em back like empty 10 Extendo clip, n***a wid a attitude Where d f** is MC Ren? Customers, send em in, I treat em all like gentlemen Artistes or the athletes, doctors, lawyers and savvy men Guns, barkin n***a, quit your barking n***a So far wit no cars, believe me I will park a n***a! (uh) You could call me the valet! (word) I get boat loads of wild yay Mr West Swidda, it been a wild year Your music is tough but dem skirts is wild gay [Chorus:] Uh-huh,uh-huh, back on our bullsh** Yea, yea, back on our bullsh** [x2] [Verse 2:] Hold up, hold up, hold up! We dem boyz! Hit d dealership wit 2 hunid K, leave wid a toy, n***a Some goop f** yo girl one time, let d block have her ( I don't want her) Went at d ones in d strip club, threw ma watch at her I'm in d kitchen bakin cakes, Betty Crock batter Press a bu*ton, lose my roof, I got top matters I'm in love wit ma Glock, you in love with a thot Had dat b**h s**in dick when Cam drops s** it or not AK, big beretta guns, n***as betta run Diamonds come from Africa, where Nelson Mandela from We're rouga, Ferragamo store, going hella dumb Stomp dis lil n***a out until d paramedics come Oh yea, you got a gun wid a body on it? I take it from you an you'll be d next body on it I bought a lot of watches, crashed a few v's Had a a** on two knees for a bag wit 2 C's Yea! [Chorus] [x2]