(Ya already know who's running it. But I ain't gunnin it....Wait come again?)

Imma bad motha fucka (motha fucka)
In the club starting ruckus's (starting ruckus)
Tap that bitch then I duck her (then I duck her)
I don't need no fucking lover (yeah)

Shawty wanna waste time
Always on that FaceTime
Fuck make love, I make time
always bout damn dime
(FUCK IT UP)
Gotta get that pipeline
(YOU ALREADY KNOW WHAT FUCKING TIME IT IS)
95 Huskers run that shi, crunch time

Jacka's they always tryna steal my swag (swag swag)
Bustas keep playin turn your ass to a fag (what)
Bitches be mad at a young boy swag (Okay)
Cause he always dripped out and this and that (yeah)
With no string attached
Spent like 40 bands the bank gotta relapse
I got these bitches in track
They way they running for tabs

bitch this ain't no gym
(SJB, SJB, SJB)
But all my bitches be slim
(SJB, SJB, SJB)
Funny guy like I'm Jim
(SJB, SJB, SJB)
Carry 2 hoes like pimps

Man wtf is the news
They leave us hanging a noose
Going through pockets they loose
Complaining bout money them shoes
I lit it off in the coupe
We get so damn high
Blast off through the roof

Imma bad motha fucka (motha fucka)
In the club starting ruckus's (starting ruckus)
Tap that bitch then I duck her (then I duck her)
I don't need no fucking lover (yeah)

I bounced in this bitch like a pogo stick, with a whole damn zip, and a rolled up stick
My pole so big that a hoe gon' get so fucked
If he do some no-no shit, I'm loco, bitch, I'm really a loony
Been with this shit since I was a goony

Fuck with the kids, you get found in the boonies
By Shaggy and Scooby while smokin' on doobies
So watch how you do me, homie, don't play that
I react to the situation, my life is a movie

Written by God and directed by Satan
These rappers be fakin', they just imitations
And when the streets made me, they got it mistaken
Dirt vacations are what you be facin

Shit get deep, better no limitations
This shit too deep, so let me just dumb it down
Put on any beat, I'ma shut it down
I'm gettin' to it, no runnin' around

Smokin' them out with a hundred pounds
I smell like a pack when I come around
You know my lil' bro had to come in town
Fuck with him and I'ma gun you down

I'm a bad muthafucka, been a flushed out wreck
Tell that bish inna type, I don't need no fuckin' love
I'm a bad muthafucka, been a flushed out wreck
Tell that bish inna type, I don't need no fuckin' love

I'm a bad muthafucka, been a flushed out wreck
Tell that bish inna type, I don't need no fuckin' love
I'm a bad muthafucka, been a flushed out wreck
Tell that bish inna type, I don't need no fuckin' love