[Intro]
Bah, awoo, bah, bah, wha, wha?
Hop in that, hop in that, yeah yeah, hop in that, hop in that (Yo, [?], where you at?)

[Verse 1]
Pull up in that what-the-fuck
I walk in yo' spot with a choppa don't give a fuck
And yo' bitch suck me off I ain't givin' hugs
Brodie pass me the pump and I'm givin' slugs
International know me as DOA
I'm seein' action though, can't fuck with BOA
They wasn't listening till I dropped COA
Play with my money, lil' boy, you gon' see today
If you want, I pull up in the Track Hawk
MAC-11 to his face and he can't talk
You're telling me that's his bitch in the back? Aw
Crackin' a smile and lettin' my strap off
I feel like Future, run in with my mask off
Better yet, feelin' like Jimmy, I blast off
[?] crack like it's [?]
Why you disrespect me boy? I don't do backtalk

[Verse 2]
Better yet, I'm cookin' crack—