[Intro: TD Ceasar]
I have like, no lyrics
I'm jus gonna go off
Pew, skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt
Skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt

[Chorus: TD Ceasar]
Feel like waterboy, don't sip no Tussin
Bustin' choppas, I feel like a Russian
I fuck on a bitch, and I fuck on her cousin
And you finna get whacked, so jus stop wit the fussin'
And my choppa gon' glide, yeah, my choppa gon' bust it
Yeah, how you feel about domestic assault? (Bop!)
Lil bitch, hit my messenger phone
I get scary, lil bitch, know you wanna go home

[Verse 1: TD Ceasar]
I ain't scared, lil bitch, give me head from the dome
Kicked you out last night, why you hittin' my phone?
No, I ain't in love, I was lookin' for a bone
No, I ain't in love, why you took it so wrong?
Bitch, shut the fuck up, wit that bitch ass tone
Better get yo ass home
It go, blick, blick, blick, that's my blicky, that's dome
I go brrt, brrt, brrt, rollie fifty five tone
Bitch, shut the fuck up, put this dick on yo tounge

[Chorus: TD Ceasar]
Feel like waterboy, don't sip no Tussin
Bustin' choppas, I feel like a Russian
I fuck on a bitch, and I fuck on her cousin
And you finna get whacked, so jus stop wit the fussin'
And my choppa gon' glide, yeah, my choppa gon' bust it
Yeah, how you feel about domestic assault? (Bop!)
Lil bitch, hit my messenger phone
I get scary, lil bitch, know you wanna go home

[Interlude: TD Ceasar, PoFlow, & TD GlizZzy ]
Yeah, I'm on my way to Atlanta right now
Bustdown my left wrist, rollie my right
Skrt, skrt, skrt
Haha, hahahaha

[Verse 2: PoFlow]
Smack the bitch, when she don't buy no dope
Tie that bitch up, wit a thick rope
You know I wear Gucci, you know I wear Louis
She stay on this dick, cuz I cook ratatouille
You know she a fiend, ma'fuckin' teen
Hooked on that good Ketamine, (Yuh)
You know I got flow, it's in my name
But when you find a body, I'm not to blame
Yuh, jokes on you dumbass, I gotchu framed
Lil bitch, Ion know her name, traded 380 for the .44
Only hang whichu behind closed doors
Trust me, Ion fuck wit 12, and Ion fuck wit no opp
All these people wired, to they ma'fuckin' sock
Like damn, all of you talk and talk, butchu really can't throw down
Might as well call you my bitch, (Yuh)
While you wearin' that night gown

[Chorus: TD Ceasar]
Feel like waterboy, don't sip no Tussin
Bustin' choppas, I feel like a Russian
I fuck on a bitch, and I fuck on her cousin
And you finna get whacked, so jus stop wit the fussin'
And my choppa gon' glide, yeah, my choppa gon' bust it
Yeah, how you feel about domestic assault? (Bop!)
Lil bitch, hit my messenger phone
I get scary, lil bitch, know you wanna go home

[Interlude: TD Ceasar, Mortyy ]
I robbed tha ma'fuckin' plug bro
Oh, shit bro, word?
On god bro, shot him in the neck
Good shit dawg

[Verse 3: 5k Napalm]
Told my new hoe it's ha time to shine like my throat
Say thatchu winnin', boy look at the score
Hit em wit thirty, and let it reload
Don't want the pussy, just want the dome
Let the gang get the coochie, like all of my bros
Shootin' these boys, jus like a 3
You payin' for pussy, I'm hittin' for free
Just hit the plug, I got it for cheap
Smokin' on gas, you know it's that cheese
Jus hit the mall, now ya boy lookin' flee
Fresh out the lot, now we hittin' the streets

[Chorus: TD Ceasar]
Feel like waterboy, don't sip no Tussin
Bustin' choppas, I feel like a Russian
I fuck on a bitch, and I fuck on her cousin
And you finna get whacked, so jus stop wit the fussin'
And my choppa gon' glide, yeah, my choppa gon' bust it
Yeah, how you feel about domestic assault? (Bop!)
Lil bitch, hit my messenger phone
I get scary, lil bitch, know you wanna go home

[Verse 4: Mortyy]
Bustin' choppas, I feel like a Russian
Hittin' yo girl, I got that bitch blushin'
Bullets to his head, give that boy a concussion
Bullets leave the barrel, it look like an eruption
He say he run shit but I think he bluffin'
I'm only fuckin', you stay wit the cuffin'
Choppa bake that boy up, like he a muffin
You talk shit but there ain't no time for discussion

[Chorus: TD Ceasar]
Feel like waterboy, don't sip no Tussin
Bustin' choppas, I feel like a Russian
I fuck on a bitch, and I fuck on her cousin
And you finna get whacked, so jus stop wit the fussin'
And my choppa gon' glide, yeah, my choppa gon' bust it
Yeah, how you feel about domestic assault? (Bop!)
Lil bitch, hit my messenger phone
I get scary, lil bitch, know you wanna go home