[Verse 1]
Pimpalation, return of the trilla
Southside choppin', motherfucker, I'm a thriller
He complacent, bland like vanilla
Pessimist irrelevant, yeah he could never figure
How I'm the coldest, how I'm the illest
The realist motherfucker in this shit, I fuckin' did it
Yeah, fuck who told you, fuck how they feelin'
Loser motherfucker, he be sour like a lemon
Yeah Boody, I'm the truth, they gon' always lie to you
Bitter banter 'bout this and that, what they say they gonna do
They say they mad at you, they gon' fuckin' shoot at you
Trace your fuckin' IP address, expose all the lies in you
They do the same shit, they from the same clique
They suck the same dick, they'll never be shit
They really want it
He acting famous, he wanna fade me
Don't fucking play me
The Boody man, I'll shut you motherfuckers up
Yeah, I ain't fuckin' with these bitches

[Outro]
Yeah, I ain't fuckin' with these bitches
Yeah, I ain't fuckin' with these hoes
Yeah, I ain't fuckin' with these bitches
Yeah, I ain't fuckin' with these hoes
No!