[Mac Dre]
  Is it Sleep Dank?
  Cutthoat Committee
  Real shitty, nothing pretty
  Is it Sleep Dank?
  
  [Verse 1: Mac Dre]
  I'm in a tight seven tre
  Four fifty four, four door, mob shot Chevrolet
  Got four fifteen, Lanzars
  Hitting so damn hard that I'm setting off alarms
  Got a fat backwood, car tacked out
  Fat four four that'll blow a niggas back out
  Squatted real low, dank wood killing me
  AC chilling me, but yall ain't feeling me
  A Cutthoat pimp, tripping and flashing
  Dipping and dashing, I'm sick when I'm smashing
  M-A-C, Dre bitch
  Pay bitch if you really want to stay bitch
  
  [Verse 2: Dubee]
  I bring fire, retire (?) wannabe killas
  Can't fuck with, now who you be, I be that nigga
  Steady ready to snatch it ticket wicked with a fashion
  Tough as Tinactin, that bend tricks with a fastness
  Dipping and dashing, four door Chevy smashing
  Representing that raw shit, to your jaw shit
  We be flawless, putting paper over all this
  But yall just, niggas up in the way up on some garbage
  That jargon, that make a nigga empty every cartridge
  Walking target, make you park it where you start it
  I'm hocking a loogie, its Dubee, I'm telling you
  PSD, Sleep and Dre and this nigga bout revenue
  
  [Chorus]
  
  TALK BIG SHIT
  Big shit talking niggas is off in the building
  TALK BIG SHIT
  Exo, cognac, privilege hennesey spilling, we living
  TALK BIG SHIT
  All on a hoe, yall ought to know
  TALK BIG SHIT
  At the mall or the store, your broad spending doe
  
  [Verse 3: PSD]
  See basically hoe, we hyper spaced out
  Play for the doe but stop hating me hoe
  Squat up on a one tre zero zero Honda model
  No helmet on riding one time
  Shining and glistening, hoes eyeing and listening
  Judge dying and sentencing, girls smile when they mentioning
  Two hundred dollars worth of smell (?) they slipping him
  Quarters zippers on my (?) if its twelve I'm hitting him
  Long or (?) green weed stall my lids and a Cutthoat is all I'm is
  Me and my niggas hollering what hoe, we all on a bitch
  Suck a dick if you cant fuck hoe, swallow the kids
  
  [Verse 4: Sleep Dank]
  Check the formats, lay suckas down like floor mats
  Those who approach get pulled like stagecoaches, we floor cats
  Turned up with no blood lets make it official
  These squares play the front,
  We in the back highly sparked off scud missiles
  Sip on fosters slowly, hoes drop they panties just to know me
  And show me, when the five hundred post, bitches kick it like shinobi
  Plenty fuck trophies; I rock a bitch like a rollie
  Give her two dubs nigga tell her bring me back 40
  Scum of the slum, call the bitch names
  Separate the busters from the thugs, floss it in there face
  But would I paper chase, these niggas grab the nickel plate
  And X the faith, on any sorry bitch who want to play
  
  [Chorus]