[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]