It's the return of the Mac-11, Mac-10 get up 
Hennessy liquor, some weed and a ciga' 
Ain't shit changed but the diamonds got bigga' 
Watch Mucho Frio, somethin' like a blizzard 
It's summertime it's hot, and you ain't got no Freeon 

I'm in the Bentley drop; to me you're a peon 
You got neon lights underneath your Nissan 
I got LeAnn Rimes passin' me the weed son 
Doin' ten miles per hour through New York 
Just ridin', bumpin' my new one 

You act like I'm not that, nigga that pop that 
Rounds at your top hat, Blazers and Slacks 
Fuck up your suit, send a couple of troops 
That'll go find your friends and get them to you 
Know the name; niggaz call me Bandana 
They wanna write me off, but my songs is bangers 

Bitch, stop fronting, you open off my chain 
Open off my watch, open off my range 
Nigga you fronting, you wide open off P 
Off the words I wrote to the beats 

Ayo, they talk shit behind my back, smile at my face 
They wanna hear what I hear and see what I see 
Sixteen, that's how I keep dropin' new shit 
This radio station, rotation, nigga I just made this 

I'm impatient, put my shit out now, shut that other 
shit down 
This the Mixtape, imagine how the album'll sound? 
I'm on tour with Mobb Deep, we out in Japan 
Australia and then we doin' Madison Square 
Then it's right back on the road with 50 and Em 

Rappers upset we last more longer than them 
At the club we gon' pop your lady if she's hot? 
She see we on the top, now she starrin' at my rocks 
I get in her box, and beat it up to socks 
I mean fuck her brains out, 'til she scream "Please 
stop" 
C'mon 

Bitch, stop fronting, you open off my chain 
Open off my watch, open off my range 
Nigga you fronting, you wide open off P 
Off the words I wrote to the beats 

Bitch, stop fronting, you open off my chain 
Open off my watch, open off my range 
Nigga you fronting, you wide open off P 
Off the words I wrote to the beats