[Intro: Shawny Binladen and Kevin Gates]
(Dick all in your stomach, dick all in your stomach)
Oh yeah
(Pull your hair, slap yo' ass, bitch you better not do no runnin')
Uh
(Dick all in your stomach, dick all in your stomach)
Uh
(Pull your hair, slap yo' ass, bitch you better not do no runnin')
Oh yeah

[Chorus: Shawny Binladen]
I put dick all in her stomach
Brand new fifty, I just drum it
She gave me māthā and you tongue it, dummy
Opp got shot and he took it on a bunny
Real right [?] and I really get money
Packs just up but this shit ain't funny
Wrap up a perc, that shit like a mummy (uh)
I'm in the trap with the muddy (uh)
And we just sippin' on muddy (uh)
Shootin' that G like Curry
[?], my vision was blurry
Oh yeah

[Verse: Big Yaya]
I see the money, I used to be blind
If you run up, glizzy make 'em rewind
Trap out while I'm peekin' through the blinds
On a roll, [?] thinkin' I'm [?]
I don't breakdown
I see my day one drop a dime
This a [?] life, they just [?]
Tired of my Glock, damn, I need a bomb
Order my fiend call 'em [?]
Got a muzzle, shoot you then I kill you, then read the Quran
[Verse: FOUR50]
She make it dance, she ain't goin' to prom
Came with a CD, ain't talkin' the ROM
Bitch tryna boogie, this shit not a [?]
We go to war in this shit like it's 'Nam
Asian bitch with me, get chicken like [?] (yeah)
Brodie play with the rack like he band man
I'm not the pussy, I feel like the Sandman
I'm never seein' defeat, I am Toejam
Fuck with a bitch, I ain't [?] with no hands

[Verse: Big GLTAOW]
Gltaow, uh
Big GLTAOW
Uh
Gltaow
I'm with the gang, we causin' a madness
Takin' no check when I [?] through traffic
Gun go gltaow, I'm lettin' 'em have it
Slide through the front, but I need me the backend
I know how to shoot, you know I ain't passin'
Gltaow, watch how GLTAOW start blastin'
Jump in the V, then I just start maxin'
Ballin' on court got me ballin' like Magic

[Chorus: Shawny Binladen]
I put dick all in her stomach
Brand new fifty, I just drum it
She gave me māthā and you tongue it, dummy
Opp got shot and he took it on a bunny
Real right [?] and I really get money
Packs just up but this shit ain't funny
Wrap up a perc, that shit like a mummy (uh)
I'm in the trap with the muddy (uh)
And we just sippin' on muddy (uh)
Shootin' that G like Curry
[?], my vision was blurry
Oh yeah
[Outro: Kevin Gates]
(Dick all in your stomach, dick all in your stomach)
(Pull your hair, slap yo' ass, bitch you better not do no runnin')
(Dick all in your stomach, dick all in your stomach)
(Pull your hair, slap yo' ass, bitch you better not do no runnin')