( Hook )

Fuck ya momma n***a
And ya daddy too
Pull on yo crew
Fuck you finna do ( x2 )

( Verse 1 )

Armor King in the backseat
You a athlete
Issa track meet
Run off quick and get cha ass beat
Fuck yo whole team
They gon die wit yo dreams too
( huh wha )
Fuck yo mouth bitch whatchu gonna do

Molotov Shawty Bitch
Meth for your granny
Huh yeah bitch
Bullet hole in yo tummy
You can't run me
Yo dead cousin wasn't bout shit
You a whole skank
That's a fact nun less ( huh )

Ride with me
Guarantee elm street all in ya nightmare
Yo baby momma like coke guarantee she ain't say shit
Spook ain't playin with yo soul fuck you imma take it
Ion hurt black folk but a pale man I don't play fair
Strangle ya while ya kids at daycare bitxh ion give a fuck
She a chipmunk tell ya sister she can come here and hold my nuts
3 6 in the whip neon city that's the revolution bitch
Yo life ain't worth a penny nxgga I smell vagina on you

( Hook )

Fuck ya momma n***a
And ya daddy too
Pull on yo crew
Fuck you finna do ( x2 )

( Bridge )
You don't really want war nxgga u ain't bout shit
Stop talkin all that tuff shit ( x4 )

( Hook )

Fuck ya momma n***a
And ya daddy too
Pull on yo crew
Fuck you finna do ( x2 )