Intro: I swear to god, i'd be lying if i said this Maserati wasn't no rental, like. Fuck it, I rented this bitch, this bitch mine today. Fuck it, ima finna pull up on every hoe in my phone. Like, i dont even give a fuck like
I got this dirty ass Draco, I done wet a couple, i done wet some shit up with this bitch. But im out of the county though, I dont think they do, like ballistics in the other counties and shit. But if they do, but fuck it, ima run they ass, yea I95 game. yea fuck them crackas fuck it

Hook: Just came home, put a choppa in the Mazi. Every other day, its another dead body. Won't get me, keep the flame like a fireman, Ain never fakin, in the field like a lineman. I dont wanna fuck, bitch gotta be the finest. I just wanna nut, let me gone get behind it. Ima rock out, guitar, n***a John Linnen. I dont want the glizzy, unless that bitch got a drum in it
Blood all on me, Big B's like a Bentley. Young n***a playin with them P's, on some rich shit. Whole hundred rounds, get a n***a whole clique hit. Tired of these pussy ass rap n***as sneak dissin. Pull up on a n***a with the choppa, make him bleed with it. Played with your dawgs, you ain't never play with me n***a. Big dawg, but ain't nothin bigger than a B n***a. Til a n***a dead, swear to god, ima keep spinnin

Verse: Why you ridin round, acting like you really steppin? bend on a n***a, fully loaded Mac-11. Ridin with a hoe named Alexus, in a a Lexus. Young n***a, i ain't gotta question, he a stepper. How you say you pregnant, when i nutted in your neck bitch? Big B's, G Shine, young n***a set trip. I dont play around, get a pussy n***a wet quick. Drip, drip, drip, on my Gucci when the Tec spit
Molly, Molly, Plan B, pop it with some water hoe. Got my money up, now im buffer than a Buffalo. Roll up on a n***a, buss him down like a Optimo. Big choppa fuckin everybody like a college hoe & i dont like bitches, who dont like bitches. I like white bitches, like to fuck white bitches. I dont like n***as who dont fuck with my n***as. Bitch can't fuck me, if she ain't fuckin my n***as

Hook: Just came home, out a choppa in the Mazi. Every other day, itd another dead body. Won't get me, keep the flame like a fireman, Ain never fakin, in the field like a lineman. I dont wanna fuck, bitch gotta be the finest. I just wanna nut, let me gone get behind it. Ima rock out, guitar, n***a John Linnen. I dont want the glizzy, unless that bitch got a drum in it
Blood all on me, Big B's like a Bentley. Young n***a playin with them P's, on some rich shit. Whole hundred rounds, get a n***a whole clique hit. Tired of these pussy ass rap n***as sneak dissin. Pull up on a n***a with the choppa, make him bleed with it. Played with your dawgs, you ain't never play with me n***a. Big dawg, but ain't nothin bigger than a B n***a. Til a n***a dead, swear to god, ima keep spinnin

Outro: Blatttt, im talkin bout yea, pull up on some. Yea yea, Police ass, bitch ass n***a, yea fuck n***a. Pussy ass n***a stop playin with me n***a, before a n***a buss your head n***a & when i buss your head n***a, i really gotta buss it, because i know you gone tell the police n***a, yea fuck n***a