[Hook]
Catch him runnin' bitch, (Bitch)
Runnin' right back to whip
Now we gunnin' shit, (Bow)
Chopper on my hip, im sparkin, on no funny shit (Yeah, Yeah)
If he gon' talk like this (Yeah, Yeah)

[Verse 1]
If you tallkin' down on me
Got my shooters in disguise
Runnin' all around the block
Catch a body for no prize
If they, catch you they gon' look you in your eyes
"Imma count 3,2,1 Then you gonna fuckin' die"

[Hook]
Catch him runnin' bitch, (Bitch)
Runnin' right back to whip
Now we gunnin' shit, (Bow)
Chopper on my hip, im sparkin, on no funny shit (Yeah, Yeah)
If he gon' talk like this (Yeah, Yeah)

[Verse 2]
Went from makin' love song's
To makin' this shit, (Fuck!)
VV's on my neck
And baguettes sit up on wrist, (Okay!)
I don't know about you, but I heard she was yo bitch
Well I hit, then I dipped
Took off in a foreign whip