Um, I pop bands when I roll with Justin, I drink lean not Robitussin, You know I'm buggin', I told her we related just so the bitch would blow my cousin, I'm coming back and I'm spittin' fire, And you singin' like Jerimaiah, I won't retire, I'm gon' get higher, I'm gon' be flyer, You a fuckin' liar, Like snitch you see, Lyrically y'all be killin' me up in the industry, I drink Vodka mixed with the Hennessy, I really don't do that but you get it B, Woah, Woah, Woah, Lemme kill em with the flow, Sniff another quarter ounce of blow, Put it in ya nose, Cause these motherfuckers already be knowing when I'm turnin' on the rope, Prolly like woah! I got the black rob, Motherfuckers know that I be gettin' no night job, She wanna swallow my knob like corn on the cob, And you know that you gon' get robbed, I'm back on my shit, Y'all already know that I will not quit, I'm too legit like MC Hammer, Imma just shit in the Pamper, You say words to my grandma, Sippin' on D'USSE, Woo! I'm poppin' yo bitch in the coochie, Cause' she is juicy, Just like her booty, I'm the mane like Gucci, You prolly didn't get it but, I wouldn't wanna whip it in the kitchen, These motherfuckers know that I be terrific, And I be never written, The motherfucker really be spittin', Woah! Lemme get on the beat, I made your bitch spit on my meat.