[Intro]
Yeah, it's your boy Lil B, n***a (Yeah)
Shouts out to SALEM
You know I got choppers on deck (Hope I don't go back to slangin' yayo)
Five hundred, hundred thousand n***a, hundred million
Come see n***a, Evil Red Flame, you feel me?
Uh

[Verse]
Hatin' bitches, fuck with me
Based God I'm the baller of the fuckin' century
N***as mad I'm from Waterfront
Got the tiny pants and I'm strapped up
AK on my side, I'm that pretty bitch
You gon' fuck with me? You so petty
Bitch I make twenty thousand off rollerskatin'
Kristi Yamaguchi, iced-out necklace
Bitch I got a cellphone and it don't never ring
I'm off 'til 11:30, Randy Moss jersey
Evil Red Flame I don't think you heard me
Tear bitches and they all respect my knowledge
Got ten cars, got a hundred bitches
Stuff her in the trunk, I think I'm Homer Simpson
Got that yellow, I need that 40 grip
Same shit, sell it off
I'm teeming, and I'm high as fuck
N***as think I'm low but I'm powered up
N***as think I'm gay until I fuck they sluts
N***as think I'm broke 'til I bought that Phantom
'Til I buy that Bentley, bitches came from Santa
Merry Christmas hold that Glock nine two forty
Powered up, still thinkin' that I'm E-40
You feel me?
Check me this, check this
[Chorus]
Hope I don't go back to slangin' yayo
Slangin' yayo, to get my mayo
Hope I don't go back to slangin' yayo
Slangin' yayo, to get my mayo

[Outro]
Hope I don't go back to slangin' yayo
Slangin' yayo
(Shouts out to [?] Red Flame n***a [?])