I don't want your bread, I want your bitch to give me a head right
Pull up on that bitch, ain't no headlight, it's brake lights
Don't give a fuck what you say, unless this shit get my rent payed
Bitch, I beat up my chest, yeah, I'm feelin' like I'm Rampage
Yo, we get big bucks, we get bread, ya
We don't fuck with you, or what you said, yo
Big guns, bitch, full of led
Pull up on that bitch, what you say
I gotta be cowboy, I feel like six shooter revolver
That bitch kinda bad, but I don't wanna just call her
Yeah, love nowadays is not my favorite
Love goes bad, that's what I'm saying, woah
I don't want your bread, I want your bitch to give me a head right
Pull up on that bitch, ain't no headlight, it's brake light
Don't give a fuck what you say unless this shit get my rent payed
Bitch, I beat up my chest, yeah, I'm feelin' like I'm Rampage
Yeah, she like doin' coke, I know that shit make her happy
Most these people around me, they just fake, I keep laughing
Guns on like a bitch, that bitch just keep clappin
Damn, got , it's feelin' like a Magico
If you got a problem, I really get the gun clappin', oh
Pull up on a bitch, yeah, I know she just laughin