[Intro: YN Jay]
(Lorenz, don't stop)
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
You know what I'm sayin'? You gotta understand, man
Like I'm gettin' tired of sayin' the same shit over and you not under—
Damn

[Verse 1: YN Jay]
Tired of sayin' the same shit and you still don't get it
Lil' freak bitch probably got the best pussy in the world, but I still won't hit it
'Cause that bitch be fuckin' everybody in the motherfuckin' city, what the fuck?
Bitch fucked everybody in every hood
Even if I tried to teach this bitch the game, she still won't get it
Even if I tried to airball, shit, I still won't miss it
Tried to tell your ass ten times, you still don't get it

[Interlude: YN Jay]
N***a, I tried to teach you over and over and over, n***a
You must not be listening

[Verse 2: YN Jay]
You don't listen when I'm speakin', shit, I'm done talkin'
'Member when I bought my first car like, "I'm done walkin'"
Ten grams in a Backwood got the lungs coughin'
If it's up there, it's stuck there, now the guns talkin'
Ayy, now the guns barkin'
I done smoked a whole pound of motherfuckin' Coochie Runtz, got the lungs talkin'
N***a out here rappin' just like me, that's my son chartin'
N***a thought I had a pitbull, that's my son barkin'
[Verse 3: RMC Mike]
N***a thought I had the bubble guts, that's my gun fartin'
Six hoes came here for me, this my son party
Battery dead on my old-school, gotta jumpstart it
Okay, you dropped a tape, but sick as hell 'cause it's uncharted
You can't walk in without a strap, this a gun party
Drink a fifth and rap my ass off, I'm a drunk artist
Damn, I think his blood starvin'
Took an AR from my lieutenant, I'm like, "What up, sergeant?"
Lil' bro scammin' like a bitch, he blew up Target
He made it big doin' a song with us, we blew up artist
You think I'm lyin', you can ask the n***a
I need my bitch hard to find like an action figure
Sick as hell lil' bro just went to jail for racketeering
My white boy fucked up, he went home and tried to whack his parents

[Interlude: RMC Mike]
Damn, like
Nah, like, you really went home and tried to kill your parents?
Fuck be wrong with these n***as?

[Verse 4: RMC Mike]
I don't get it
But if I'm starin' at your bitch, then I hit it
I got a thing for poppin' Percs and fuckin' fine women
Oh, she don't like fat n***as, bet I change her mind in it
I hit her hard and bust fast, couldn't waste no time in it