I told cube to stop that thinkin when he make my fucking beats
I told darkie when I see you I'm gon fade you want that heat
I told wendigo to get my fucking drugs so I can sleep
I told all my homies smoke me while I'm passed out while I'm sleep
Shit ain't deep

Fuck, we gon creep
Into ya crib and we takin ya shit cause you fuckers some sheep
Shut your mouth
You said you workin bitch I doubt, that
And darkie's gat, mad
Where's ya dad? sad
Get you shot, bitch

I make cash
From you pussies
People pay me just to rap
Want me mad
Want me fucked up bout some people did me bad
I'm gon run inside your house and fuck it up we causin problems
Can't handle none that shit you puttin right up on the table bitch be grateful

2, 3

You ungrateful you a bitch and all your friends say you unstable
Off my dick, with that shit, get the fuck up out my phone I want no smoke
With you pussies I can't waste My fucking time you got me fucked up

Shut up