[Intro: Royce da 5'9"]
My name is Royce da 5'9"
I wanna introduce to y'all my lil' homie Tyga
My homie Kuniva
And my girl Diamond
It's going down!

[Verse 1: Tyga]
Ugh, you could try to hit me with the napalm
I'm already Smokey and you're more Faizon
Big Worm, bet five she put her lips on
On my wood, 'cause I'm three-ball
None of y'all hook, ugh, Nate Dogg (Woo!)
Silencers, gold, gold chains and Goyard
So you tatted up—now you me? Ha, great job
Y'all buffoonery, clowns with they face drawn
I got the recipe, now, I cook the Raekwon
Ugh, too much makeup, that's a muddy face
I don't chase bitches, ugh, I chase cake
I don't eat beef, but I heart steak
All my prey in the air, now, I say my grace
Sheesh! They don't want [?]
Wanna get away? Don't run from me
I'm getting money, y'all rollerblading on the beach
It's Young Money, Cash Money, free Weezy
[Verse 2: Kuniva]
Yo, it's D12, I will backslap her and you
The toolie tucked with the gators and the foreign suit
I'll take your moms out to dinner, and I'm scoring, too
We the pack of n***as Mel Gibson was referring to
I gotta shine like the jewelry on Mr. T
I'm drunk holding up the line at Mickey D's
The dice game, I hit the point, then, I get the cheese
My style's furious like the father of [?]
My cannons go, when they blow, open sesame
These small battle-rap clowns never step to me
You want views; I want mils, no Stephanie
And I'ma get it—take that to the bank, bow! Steady P (Woo!)
Since Proof left, that part of my mind's gone
You talking slick like an oiled-up iPhone
With eight million sold, yeah, I'm in rhyme mode
I'm the only one that's fly from the No Fly Zone (Woo!)

[Verse 3: Diamond]
Yeah, fresh off maternity leave with no stitches
Nine months off to birth you broke bitches
Whip game sick, my flow is so vicious
Pit off the leash my bite is so vicious
Y'all fictitious, name just irrelevant
I’m the real deal, y'all just surrogates (Mmm)
And they wonder why I'm so arrogant
'Cause I'm a mouse in the room full of elephants
32 flavors, pussy so tasteful
Pussy so good, make a n***a be faithful
Y'all should just thank me, all y'all mimic me
I raised you bitches, all y'all Mini-Mes
Marc Jacobs, Mac makeup
I cut checks while these chicks get checks cut
Gonorrhea flow, so the shit can burn
Show my ass off, Montana Fishburne
[Verse 4: Royce da 5'9"]
The day I stop droppin' the hotness
Will be the day I'm driving in a Datsun
With 50 Tyson and Antoine Dodson
My Wikipedia: First rapper to make MediaTakeOut
For taking out someone from the media
I'm somethin' they wanna censor, something that comes from inward
Makes me wanna call Dr. Laura, Mel Gibson and Doggy The Bounty Hunter "a bunch of N-Words"
I gotta admit it, I'm kinda corrupt
He's a machine till I wire him up
I make his whole damn team transform like Shia Labouf
Rappers can be talkin' about who's hotter
Tryin' to get Montana Fishburne fame I make him Cube's father
Watch me, I'm comin'
I got a baby Cannon on me that's bigger than the one that Mariah got in her stomach
After me, there will be no more
The black Phantom got the all-black Fantasia Barrino doors
Yeahhhh