[Chrous : B W Dawg]
Shout out to Loc, man i hope he beat that case
You better give me it, it better not be laced
Not talkin' 'bout that coke, but I'm talking 'bout that juice
Ypsi' crew, we gettin' loot
Got the Grand National, boy you know i floor it
Dirtbike in the air, like Michael Jordan
Ooouuu like Young M.A, but I'm flexing like Pump
They wanna diss, they just got son'ed

[Verse 1 : B W Dawg]
These sucka's need help, they need reverend's
Y'all gonna get locked if you sellin' it
Y'all try to be Pablo, but y'all ain't gettin' that guap tho
Just because you be trappin', don't mean you Guwap tho
Listen here, listen what i say, OJ not guilty so you think it's ok?
Yeah, dat way, the way of a god don't test me
Yeah, dat way, bars y'all don't have it
Ou, dat way, B W Dawg livin' lavish
Aye, dat way, no jail right in the shower
Yeah, dat way, pizza sub right at the Subway
Ou, dat way, rap game killa's it's Boone gang
Aye, dat way, livin' my life in the fastlane
Yeah, dat way, pull up on me and get faded