Bitch please, you ain't never met a nigga like me. Stop lyin bitch please, bitch please, and ya nigga ain't nothin like me. Stop lyin nigga please, nigga please, my goons got guns on deck put yo picture on t, say cheese, and you can die or live off of I.v's.



Now let me get that hand clap, yah, let me get that hand clap. I'm rich and black. I'm young and strapped. You goin get yo man clapped, you goin get yo clan clapped. You goin get saran wrapped, like where the van at?



We comin, where you uh, where you layin at? We dug ya body out, where ya fam at? Like fuck that. Like damn that. Sit ya pussy ass down if you can't stand that.



I make yo shirt look like yo favorite color crayon out. Go and let these bitch niggas ahead, like I stand back. Ain't shit goody bitch nigga stand back. I ain't from St. Louis, but you goin get ram shacked.



Look into my eyes ho, look into my eyes ho. And yeah I do numbers, except five-0. And I'll be with my zoe, we call him Brisco. And Youngin got the beat poppin like Crisco. And Weezy got this shit crackin like Nabisco. Brim low, all I can see is my flow. What's up Chicago? What's up New Orleans? And if ya strapped squeeze.



And tell the fuck nigga please, nigga please. My goons got guns on deck. Nigga D. I. E. or live off I.v's. It's what I am witha...



You know how weezy mumbles. the rest of the track is very clear and if you can't understand what they spit, don't bother gettin crunk.