[Verse 1]
Both my meat and a toy in her box like I'm— (Omar on the come up!)
Both my meat and a toy in her box like a Happy Meal
Keep loose change in my pocket, how I'm packing steel
We gon' smoke him, that shit giving me the munchies
Boy, we ain't into talking, we gon' let the gun speak
Women make half the damn population
How the fuck you treating pussy like the One Piece? (LIME KING, shuh!)
He fucking around, he must not know the gang
I got a stick, that shit gon' bang
If they opp, eh dun; wait, he doesn't know the slang
We finna bleed the block, now they thinking I got fangs
Why my side bitch always calling? I'm just letting that shit rang
Money going up to the ceiling, his shit looking like Scott Lang
She wanna know how the lime tastes, she eating the dick, she liking the tang
Put the dots up on his head, now he be looking like Yin and Yang
We be walking on coals under pressure, looking like Johnny Dang

[Chorus]
Huhhh (All these bitches even think they can fuck with me!)
Bitch, I'm the motherfucking Big Citrus
Thought I sold shoes how I'm standing on my business
We be rolling, rolling, rolling up the weed like Limp Bizkit
Huhhh (Bah! Bah! Bah! Bah! Bah!)
Bitch, I'm the motherfucking Big Citrus (Damn right)
Thought I sold shoes how I'm standing on my business
We be rolling, rolling, rolling up the weed like Limp Bizkit (Hahaha)
[Verse 2]
I keep that blicky in my backpack
Talk shit 'bout the gang, you gon' get your sack whacked
You should try and bust in over 21 like Black Jack
'Cause I heard that boy was into minors, no Jack Black
Always talking 'bout the money, where your racks at?
We be on the trees like a Vietnam flashback
Talking so much cap, shit, I gave that boy a hat rack
Pussy so bald, that shit almost wore a snapback
Hahhh (What?), I'm Super Saiyan in this bitch (What?)
She be steady cupping my balls, thought that bitch had perfect pitch (What?)
If he dress like Adam Sandler, he ain't fucking with the clique (What?)
She gon' get blind twice, one from the wrist and one from the dick
I don't chase hoes, I pick
Autoimmune disorder, how I stay so sick
My pockets finna stay so rich
My cock finna stay in your bitch and that shit finna stain your mattress
Making movies with her back bent, she ain't no actress

[Chorus]
Huhhh ([?] punk ass bitch, get the fuck out of my face!)
Bitch, I'm the motherfucking Big Citrus
Thought I sold shoes how I'm standing on my business
We be rolling, rolling, rolling up the weed like Limp Bizkit
Huhhh (Bah! Bah! Bah! Bah! Bah!)
Bitch, I'm the motherfucking Big Citrus (Damn right)
Thought I sold shoes how I'm standing on my business
We be rolling, rolling, rolling up the weed like Limp Bizkit