[Intro]
Let's doo thiss, fuck you talkin bout boyyy
(laugh)
Alright
Don't talk shit, talk shit get hit
Fuck you talkin' bout

[Verse 1]
Tweaking off the skittles pack
Real n***as know that
He tried to run up
Gave him a toe tag
Pussies don't know that
Bitches want to chat
But when I pull up
They ain't on that
Big Glocky on my lap
Just in case a n***a wanna lack
Hit him in his back
Yeah we smokin' on the Thrax pack
N***a, if you got a problem let me know
Because I can pull up and let it blow

[Verse 2]
Bitch boy
I ain't fuckin' playin' run up you get hit
Boy you said, you was gonna shoot but guess what, you ain't do shit
That shit was a toy (laugh)
Anyways, I ain't fuckin scared bitch
Get your new waves
Bitch ass fake ass waves...
[Verse 3]
Run up on us, you get hit with that Glock
N***a, actin like he got a, flock
Man got hit, on his, own block
Run up on us, we actin, like we from, OBLOCK!
Damn, run up
Get hit
In your face
You was stunned (damn)
(laugh)

[Verse 4]
N***a lookin like
He is Mario
With your fat ass
Get the fuck outta here
Fore I shoot you in your throat
Shut the fuck up
(unintelligible fast rapping)