[Verse 1: jaydes]
Yeah, yeah
I would never jack a pussy n***a I ain't that, yeah
[?] tatted on my back (You have no heart!)
Yeah, groupie ass n***a, told his friends, he a rat (He a rat, yeah)
Beat a lil' n***a on the block, this and that, and
Ride for my n***as, put it on my back, bitch
I'm not tryna chat, bitch
I just want my cash, bitch
I'ma scam that boy off a pack; he got catfished
Bet, I'ma take these bands to the casket
I don't know you, why you askin' for a dap, bitch?
He ain't even stunt, n***a; I'ma beat yo' ass then
I'ma die and come back like, "Where your ass been?"
Fuckin' on a narc, city bitch from Manhattan (Aishi)
Yeah, [?] Scottie Pippen, I ain't trippin' ho
Trench coat, I ain't trippin', should've listened, ho
Dumb bitch got mе tight, I'ma stick the ho

[Verse 2: yuke]
Do some, stoned up, my n***as throwing fours up
Samе n***as that be in the trap cookin' dope up
Told that n***a he could get it back, he got his hopes up
Jay, yuke, on the block and we post up
Netbangin' ass n***a, get your door up
I don't sip but my n***a pour the four up
For the snakes, yeah, this choppa finna mow 'em
Bitch, I'm-bitch, I'm like Osama, we gon' come and blow your door up
Pack too loud, got me fried like a modem
[Outro: jaydes & yuke]
2-2011
Hi Yuke!
—This and that, and
Ride for my n***as, put it on my back, bitch
I'm not tryna chat, bitch
I just want my cash, bitch
I'ma scam that boy off a pack; he got catfished
Bet, I'ma take these bands to the casket
I don't know you, why you askin' for a dap, bitch?
He ain't even stunt, n***a; I'ma beat yo' ass then
I'ma die and come back like, "Where your ass been?"
Fuckin' on a narc, city bitch from Manhattan (Aishi)
Yeah, [?] Scottie Pippen, I ain't trippin' ho
Trench coat, I ain't trippin', should've listened, ho
Dumb bitch got me tight, I'ma stick the ho
Do some, stoned up, my n***as throwing fours up
Same n***as that be in the trap cookin' dope up
Told that n***a he could get it back, he got his hopes up
Jay, yuke, on the block and we post up
Netbangin' ass n***a, get your door up
I don't sip but my n***a pour the four up
For the snakes, yeah, this choppa finna mow 'em
Bitch I'm-bitch, I'm like Osama, we gon' come and blow your door up
Pack too loud, got me fried like a modem