Pimpalation, return of the trilla
Southside choppin', motherfucker
I'm a thriller
He complacent, bland like vanilla
Pessimist irrelevant
yeah he could never figure
How I'm the coldest, how I'm the illest
The realist motherfucker in this shit
I fuckin' did it yeah, fuck who told you
Fuck how they feelin'
Loser motherfucker, he be sour like a lemon
Yeah Boody, I'm the truth
They gon' always lie to you
Bitter banter 'bout this and that
What they say they gonna do
They say they mad at you
They gon' fuckin' shoot at you
Trace your fuckin' IP address
Expose all the lies in you
They do the same shit
They from the same clique
They suck the same dick
They'll never be shit they really want it
He acting famous, he wanna fade me
Don't fucking play me the Boody man
I'll shut you motherfuckers up
Yeah, I ain't fuckin' with these bitches

Yeah, I ain't fuckin' with these bitches
Yeah, I ain't fuckin' with these hoes
Yeah, I ain't fuckin' with these bitches
Yeah, I ain't fuckin' with these hoes no!