Oh, send' me that nigga lo and I'ma pop up Free the real niggas, lock the bitch niggas
up Cuzzo, why you bring that nigga, know he scary
as the fuck Big Dave a go get her, no ifs, ands, or buts
Nigga, ooh bitch said he gettin money im like who

That nigga ain't talkin' bout me, yeah, bitch, nigga, you
All you niggas real twat, the way your bitch talk proof
See, my bitch don't act tough, she gon' always keep it cute
I'm jumpin' out on feet, I ran him down up out the coop

I don't really got no big homie, I taught myself how to shoot
The devil is a liar, bitch, you fired, get the boot
And when you got money, all these hoes prostitutes
Oh, this how It feel to be on top These niggas can't rap, and wonder why they album flop

I'm feelin' like Fifth, I used to window shop
Now we hit the dealership to buy half the fuckin' lot
Talk out the side of your neck, you can get popped
Or we can put the guns down and you can get dropped

He wasn't ready to squabble, nigga, got on flip-flops
We can get his whip-flipped like this, where your ride stop
I could gouge both your eyes like this, where your sight stop
I pull tricky dance moves, bachata and cha-cha

Bitch, I'm in my own lane, argue over top spot
Keep that sneak dissin subtle, you can get your top popped
Yo, bitch, runnin' through the crib, naked, eatin' Pop Rocks
So many red dots, look like you got chicken pox

Different colors on the beam, look like a bowl of Dippin' Dots
Don't act scary in this car, if you gon' roll, then let's rock
Oh, clip full of chili peppers
It's a double-dutch team, I'm on the Sin City steppers

Oh, askin Siri like, who's better
Big banana clip filled with red-hot chili peppers
Oh, stop talkin', you can get your top popped
Yo, bitch, runnin' roun the crib, naked, eatin' Pop Rocks

Oh, the devil is a liar, get the boot, bitch, kick rocks
These niggas can't rap, they wonder why they album flop
My fans like the opps, niggas waitin' on me to drop, nigga, oh