[Verse 1]
  Damn you done came up short again ain't uh
  Cause yo homeboy fought again ain't uh
  but is you hoe ready for folk to kick in yo door
  say that the jackers kickin yo hoe
  please give me the reason I'm fiendin to know
  why cheese missin in my flow
  givin low Z's for the four when the price is usually eight
  just keepin it real
  you was gettin half off and still came up a few grands short
  listen to you brag about yo days in the past
  when you was gettin paid livin lavish
  but that was way in the 70s
  its the best you pay me my fetti
  fore they find yo brain the a chevy
  all over the radio and ceiling
  and I'ma hate if for your children
  when my AK sprays wit yo dome
  cerebellum all over the passenger seat
  leavin you dead
  wit lead in yo head
  in yo red candy apple capris
    [Chorus 2X]
  If you out there and you owe me
  Or been scared to get my fetti
  Or hate me cause I fuck and she wont even let you smell it
  Or if you see me doin dirt and feel its best you tell it
  You besta slow yo roll boy
  Or be found dead in yo Chevy
    [Verse 2]
  Wuz up, big mouth, big talk, big game
  I ain't pastor troy but it ain't no play it ain't no game
  wit a nigga like you runnin around town actin bulletproof
  be the one that get got get shot
  I got a big ole gun and ill use it too
  fool dont play dumb dont say Sean what you talkin about
  cause I'm talkin about this hoe I'm fuckin
  same hoe you lustin
  you hate that dont ya ummhumm
  damn let me bout to nut up
  uhuh okay wuz up shut up
  cause you ain't on my level
  you cubic zirconia guess who the bezzle
  she be lickin on the head and my peter
  while you be beggin to eat her
  better know yo role
  when I get pissed off then the four four blows
  and when the glock click hot shot spit
  then these hoes know
    [Chorus til fade]