Ayyy Ayyy Ay Ay Ay Ay
Bitch get away from me
Or I might just go and catch a first degree
Yes I got bands and I got the cheese
Got the strap and the weed in packs
And I'm after bags like Groceries
Matter of fact hand me yo stacks hoppin' out the 'lac
Hand me yo keys, I'll bring it back
So don't get gassed up
Don't get smacked, back off of me
As soon as I grab it, I'm rippin' the beat
Skippin' the school, takin' shoes off they feet
Man I feel so complete when I carry the P
So they starin' at me while I'm bearin' the cheese
Yo they blarin' my beats, but I rap with no feats
Rappers just feast, you just eatin' the cheese
But I stay with the meat and I still get the green
Steak with the cheese, yes, I get everything
You comin' at me like you livin' for weed
Like you get it for free, you ain't hittin' my trees
But I'm spittin' the flow, the flow spittin' for me
Spit on the D, Hey Michele Calabrese
Lemme slide in them cheeks
I'll be reachin' my peak after period week
Gettin' weak in the V
Seven days at yo feet
So just knock on the door and go get on them knees
We all know you a freak