Hey Cris, fuck you!
Femto! (woo)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (yuh dig, yuh dig, yuh dig)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (yuh dig, yuh dig, dig)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (hah)
Okay

I don't like you, you don't like me
You won't fight me, in my white tee (yuh)
She say, "Pipe me, he so icy"
Fuck my sidepiece, in my Nike

Mountain Dew never look clear
Put a six in here, got my red bitch ridin' on a Lear
She one in a million like Aaliyah
With a blue lace wig, like the bitch bang Crip out here
And I got a gun blazin' fit tailor
Fifteen thousand, and I spent it all on a spaceship
And I got yo' lil' ass baby, ridin' a Mercedes
And I tell that hoe everyday shit
What's yo' flavor? Flavor savoir
Homegirl blasian, initiation
Let you ride it like a Harley Davidson
Young Basquiat paint a face of some
You tell that bitch home that you layin' up

Gary Oak when I'm jumpin' out a gym
Made a movie, made a film
Yeah, I glowed up, but this is not a drill
I press a nigga like a bad pill
Kill you off a ad-lib
Really lived all them stories that you tell
Like stop, drop and roll
Got a Glock wit' a pole
Have you ever seen a stripper shakin' (?) out her clothes
Got a swiss cheese TEC, find a rat, Whac-A-Mole
And I'm runnin' out of breath, need to smokin' poles like

I don't like you, you don't like me
You won't fight me, in my white tee (yuh)
She say, "Pipe me, he so icy" (yuh, ayy, yuh)
Fuck my sidepiece, in my Nike

Pure black in my veins, bitch, I'm not sane
Smokin' on pure gas, bitch, octane
A little devil from the mud wit' a rotten age
Rollin' up, rotten scene now outplayed
I was trappin' out-back Lil' Zay wit' a sack
Got him grippin' on his teeth, pure steel, that's a Gat'
If we really talkin' facts, I'm the best, that's that
Never played no chess
Only playin' wit' address, I'm the Bogeyman
Creepin' through yo' bitch bed sheets and you knew her, man
Blind hit a bitch suckin' dick, goin' Super Saiyan
Skimmin' through the bands, Goddamn, how you do it, damn?
Ruger boy, rollin' through the hood, I'm the Rugerman

Claim you gangsta, uh, you's a wanksta
Nah, paper chaser, uh, you can't be slime
You's a prankster, nah, paper chaser, uh
You can't be slime, uh, you's a prankster, like
I don't like you, you don't like me
You won't fight me, in my white tee