Who?
Huh, yeah
Yeah, yeah
(Mia JAY C)
Uh

Huh, I can't hit no bitch but I'll punch a dyke
Huh-huh, knock her out her-
Huh, yeah, knock her out her sports bra, up a real strap
Huh-huh, I'm from where your niggas can get kicked at
Huh-huh, bitch, I'm takin' Vernors-
Yeah, huh, bitch, I'm thinkin' Vernors, can cure cancer
Nah, huh, dealin' wit' that smoke, you catch cancer
Huh, I could never fall in love with a Cancer

Huh, all the single dollar bills go to dancers
Ah, kidnap some shit for real by the ransom
Huh, bitch, I know you see this moneyun, talkin' 'bout some "handsome"
You could think you runnin' gang, but I'm just passive
Aggressive, until I pop a Perc' and get to crashin'
Out, on anything around me 'cause I'm savage
Huh, twenty one straps in this bitch and get to flashin'
I know that Jasmine still wanna fuck, but I'm passin'
Out, on this foreign model bitch who got her ass did
Huh, last year, I wasn't on shit, but this ain't last year
Huh, on my mama like I'm Cash Kidd
Huh, fuckin' on that one pretty bitch who got the fat friend (Liz)

Huh, I can't hit no bitch but I'll punch a dyke
Huh-huh, knock her out her-
Huh, yeah, knock her out her sports bra, up a real strap
Huh-huh, I'm from where your niggas can get kicked at
Huh-huh, bitch, I'm takin' Vernors-
Yeah, huh, bitch, I'm thinkin' Vernors, can cure cancer
Nah, huh, dealin' wit' that smoke, you catch cancer
Huh, I could never fall in love with a Cancer

How I look
I don't give no fuck
I hit 'em up, I had to spin 'em up, EMS gon' pick 'em up
Uh-uh, blicky tucked, I get back to business
I'm from the trenches, you ain't seen no witness 'round because we killed 'em
Huh, out the kitchen, how we got the chicken up
That small nigga, I'm big as fuck
Huh, hoppin' out that truck, look like I do too much, I does
Huh, look like he endanger my life, he bleedin' out, on Bloods
Bitch, I ain't a bitch, scared of no giants, go fee-fi-fo-fum
Huh, bandana top my drawers
Huh, choppa get him bullet drunk
Huh, body bag up in the trunk since niggas ain't gon' ride wit' us
Know I put on my roller blades, since niggas ain't gon' slide for us
Huh, go to Skateland wit' this yop yop, then line 'em up, now nigga
Hm, fuck you talkin' 'bout? I been wit' it, ignant
Found they block, pig it, spin it
Hop out on feet, like, "Get it, get it"
Handgun is a 50 AR, same size as a midget, nigga
Huh, bitch, you better not fidget, I ain't gon' kick you, we gon' hit you, nigga
Huh, blickin out with that switchy, boy
You know it's gon' blip you, boy
It ain't in my pocket, around my waist, I feel like Pastor Troy
I put some shit together outside my lot, it look like Parts Galore
All my niggas will fight, they in that cage look like Randy Couture
Huh, I did the most gangster work, 'cause I know how fake you are
Huh, I ain't never hate before, I ain't never hate for real
Huh, I could never hate up in my life, 'cause I know hate is real
Main reason I hit your neighborhood, do amazin' drills
But we look like the Taliban, we look like the Navy SEALs
Do I look like I'm chasin' hoes, or I look like chasin' Ms?
Tch, you know hoes chasin' me, and I keep them hoes from here
Bitch, I got a Rolls Royce, give a fuck about a Roseanne
Cookin' big dog like Kujo, bandana tied like Conan
Huh, oh man, I'm the reason why they workin' slow dance
Huh, fuck around and throw a (?), While I'm at (?)
Huh, white bitch from the Copa cabana, and coke colored drawers

Huh, I can't hit no bitch but I'll punch a dyke
Huh-huh, knock her out her-
Huh, yeah, knock her out her sports bra, up a real strap
Huh-huh, I'm from where your niggas can get kicked at
Huh-huh, bitch, I'm takin' Vernors-
Yeah, huh, bitch, I'm thinkin' Vernors, can cure cancer
Nah, huh, dealin' wit' that smoke, you catch cancer
Huh, I could never fall in love with a Cancer