Ya, ya okay
F-V-2-0-1-3 bitch
Honey I'm home, its dinner time bitch
Your mom know me, bouta sit on my dick
Heard you wanna murder me, you better get in line quick
Flip hoes, hit her with the Jedi Mind Trick
This my year n***a that I shine bitch
Duck, run, hide when you hit a nice split
Got my first blow job way back in '96
Back like a 2Pac hologram
Kill a n***a, then I put his body in a mausoleum
Break your fucking leg, let you leave here without a limb
I'll be damned, put him in the dirt
Better body them
Jesus Christ
Leech these nights
He beats his wife
And eats this rice
I'll eat this life
I'll eat these mics
I need this life
I'mma shit hoarde like feces right?
Okay, fuck say n***a
Kick him now i know I'm bout to duck tape n***as
Soft as a pillow, you a cupcake n***a
Mr.Benton, hold up I'm bout to update n***as
How the hell you a G when you butt rape n***as?
Hold up, shout out to my upstate n***as
Club got the beat
That will make the track lean
Look back like go ahead
Suffocate n***as
(AHH!)