What you talkin' bout  you fumblin' game out your mouth
 Better put some stick on your grip and get on a paper route
 Cause cream ain't to be fucked with  and that's the truth this gamology
 Better soak it up and be a hundred proof
 Cause you can't be the shit  slangin' woof tickets
 You better buy you some  stick with it cause game is unlimited
 Flippin' shit rippin' shit
 Young Ren is so versitile, you heard my style is buck wild
 But in the meanwhile, motherfuckers in my city want to do what I do
 But they P-H me behind my back, why don't you do that, raps are through
 Talkin' loud is sayin' nothin', your ass is bluffin'
 Just cause everyone is ?, rappin' don't mean that you gonna be slumpin'
 I only fuck with the infederal, individuals gettin' pulled
 Them player hater searches are makin' Young Ren a criminal
 Really though, you don't know shit, I put that on my dick
 Fuck a bitch and a snitch, It's all about my grip

 Surrender to my will, submit to my game
 My daddy just like you want it, broke down like dank
 Doja sticky who's with me, yo you ain't no
 That this the mackaholic straight lacin' you hoes
 Day to day I'm forced to deal with this bullshit
 Motherfuckers runnin' around with a hole in they lip
 Just a talkin' loud but ain't sayin' a damn
 Then when I come around smilin' in my face like we pals
 Nigga.. fuck you, suck my dick, I gives a damn, that's how I am
 And if you want lets trip, with this some serious, curious
 Niggas get fucked, I grap my dick, cock, then bust a nut
 Dear Lord forgive me but my future's lookin' dirty and plain
 I don't see shit but the motherfuckin' paper I make
 My daughter's older and now she talkin' to me
 And she makin' more sense than these punks on the street
 Daddy get paid is what she say, so I do it that way
 Be about my paper fuck I hate to win if I play
 This game ain't no joke, how can I be broke
 When I on the streets 24-7 and mo'
 I wamp stack in ? by spittin' it real, movin' the crowd
 Niggas say they do, but don't do, they just talk loud

 Why you loud talkin' when you should be stackin' mayo
 Recognize this hustle not erdayo
 Your game is frail, smash you like play dough
 Say hoe, have you ever met Mr. fo'- fo'
 Cause your mouth is runnin', and it's time for gunnin'
 Your brain is numbin', off them hot slugs that are hummin'
 Suckas loud mouth, fakin' all the funk
 Loud mouth mre for a cent, and I'm tearin' shit up
 No mercy, you heard me, bitches ain't shit
 I don't play, go the wrong way, I'm flippin' yo' script
 I'm from Stockton, Cali, E-D-C, so killa Young Ren, the D-O-G
 With the mackaholic, spittin' game
 Never loud talk in the mouth for money, pushin' your fame

 You got a big mouth like Jimmy Heart, but you don't got
 Nuts to back it up, I slap you, and you won't give a fuck
 Where do we go from here, that be, I got me towed down
 It's a new brand year
 Everybody love my flow now, all you hoes goin' wild
 Wanna fuck with the kid AKA Omen Child, I'm terrible
 Oh no I thought you knew, don't be surprised
 I fucked with the foundation nation true
 Who's to blame, when your brain dead stuck in a ditch
 Inside out with your mouth full of dick
 So take caution, when you see me slide through the crowd
 With my evil grin, I mack a bitch while you get loud

 Yeah
 Motherfuckers bout be runnin' faster than Luis and shit
 You know what I'm talkin' about
 Shit
 Talkin' loud but sayin' nothin'
 I ain't sayin' shit
 I don't know
 Motherfuckers just so lame in the game
 Better just recognize
 Trick ass bitch better listen
 Soaks ya like a spunge
 Do shit my way
 And get hung, biyatch
 Hoes get hung
 Motherfuckers wanna know
 Doja sticky
 Clickin' when it's finished
 And mackaholic and we out