[Chorus]
Bitch I'm so geeked, and I got money in my pants
I will never run out, because I'm the running man
Gra, hit you with this cobra, now you're learning how to cry
Make a thug man cry, for his mama when she dies
And they wanna know, how to get this bread with me
Just come to me and keep quite, and I'll give you couple sheets
Don't trip on the supply, or you're gonna get fried?
And I swear I'll kill you ho, If you ever try to lie
Bitch-Bitch-Bitch-Bitch-Bitch-Bitch—, I'm off the shrooms, and I don't ever wanna stop
Acid don't work, because I take some schizo shots
I don't give a fuck, I really don't give a fuck
Bitch, I'm prophet, and you will never know that shit
Voices in my head, saying to get so fucking lit
I'm off like four fucking xans, and I'm nodding off this bitch
Yeah, I love to play with guns and I can't get enough it