[Verse 1]
Yeah, catching souls like Karen Civil
Only lord knows what it cost to make a check up in this bizzle
N***as was rapping ‘bout scraping Pyrex
Now they in WYSAC for shizzle
The projects is not sentimental
Nobody’s your friend, them n***as finna plot on your head
Now why you moving like you bobbing for air?
Regardless, instead
They fucking over, how you borrowing that?
That four-leaf clover turning brown
Nonetheless, look under the desk
Get stuck like some gum, who want some?
You had your nuts by the ton

[Break]
You gon’ end up tripping on, on your own nuts
You let, you let your nuts hang that low
Come on now, you look stupid n***a

[Verse 2]
These n***as talking about double, I make fucking septuple
I ruffle, I’m all about couples
So his and hers the duffle and Hindenburg the bubble, hustle
We inadvertent the muscle, you n***as nervous I don’t trust you
You a bartender, right?
Why you pour Vermouth up in my extra dry?
(Dump Gawd)

[Outro]
Roll in the mud to get them bloodhounds off me (Brr)
Fucking with the thugs and the bustdowns doggy
We can skip the judge and the jaws now woadie (Grr)
We can get the plug and they pure now shorty