[Intro]
(Ooh, RJ)
RJ always trippin', man
RJ always trippin’, man
Ayy, ayy, ayy
I don't like n***as and that's the, uh

[Chorus]
I don’t like n***as and that's the honest to God truth (Hmm)
I'm gon' kill n***as and that's a promise, I wanna shoot (Huh)
Slap the beam on the 45, AR make 'em take a nosedive
Big ol' 40, we don't got no 9’s
Chopper chop off a n***a whole side

[Verse]
Pussy, we get to movin’ shit like ArtVan
I fuck your bitch and change my clothes like I'm Clark Kent
And ayy, I’m that n***a that like to start shit
Walk out that bar, no headlights, get this car lit (Ayy)
I'm a workin' ass n***a with no time for games
You's a perpin’ ass n***a, you all kinds of lame
Baby twerkin' with them Perkys in her Prada thang
Up this FN, you not my friend, don't say not a thing
Kiss your bitch on her neck, make her coochie rang
I put cream on her face, now she Gucci Mane
Tooda Man, that's my twin 'cause we shoot the same
Want so much more, 'bout to tell Hush make me a hookah chain
I whoop a bitch with the belt like I'm Pootie Tang
Sada ting at the trap, gotta move the yay
And I hold the chopstick like a ukulele
In the Yukon, u-turn, bust your brain
Why I make you need a towel? 'Cause we party wild
And your daughter love a n***a more than Barbie dolls
And your son love a n***a more than action figures
But he 'bout to lose a father figure when I whack them n***as
And I just bought 12 Percs off Tire Man
And I got more work than Allen Iverson
Got more money than your grandaddy retire with
And I'm in every bitch crib like a Fire Stick
I'm in every bitch crib like some UGG boots
I be in every bitch face like, "I love you"
Lyin' straight to them bitches is what thugs do
Up my 5 on them bitches is what Bloods do
I be in every n***a face like, "Fuck you"
A freaky man, hit your bitch with that ooh-wee-ooh
That skillet, man, hit that man with that rug-a-roo
Lay the smack down on you n***as or I Roody-Poo, bitch
[Chorus]
I don't like n***as and that's the honest to God truth (Hmm)
I'm gon' kill n***as and that's a promise, I wanna shoot (Huh)
Slap the beam on the 45, AR make 'em take a nosedive
Big ol' 40, we don't got no 9's
Chopper chop off a n***a whole side